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There's no a traitor in his clan,
There's no a heart there's no a han',
But when the notes o' weir is blawn,
Will start and on wi’ Charlie.
It's wha dare now on Charlie frawn,
Or tread the northern thistle down,
Eor Scotland's right and Scotland's crown,
We'll owre the hills wi' Charlie.
SEE THE SHIP.
See the ship in the bay is riding,
Dearest Helen I go from thee,
Boldly go in thy love confiding,
O'er the deep and the trackless sea.
When thy lov d form no more is near me,
When thy sweet smile no longer I see,
This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer me.
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
When the thunder of war is roaring,
And the bullets around me fly,
When the rage of the tempest pouring,
Blends the billowy sea and sky.
