fJCOTCH SONGS, �?' T?w]?'/?ir/?A ?z ?c? ?e? ? SO?WD, Pib?h, ?nd! ? each fia? iig? ?, ?e r? ?a?n wav? i? glad summo? to w?; T? lo? h? old ?bin ?en ?w'd ? t? yoke, Too long ere the pride of the tartan awoke. Dun Edin shall welcome her monarch again, We have spum'd at the Saxon and trampled the chain: Burst forth in your wrath, and the fight shall be won, Ere the echoes return to the roar of the ?m. Sound, pibroch sound.* with thy soul-stlrrlng peal, Call the men ot r Glenulin, the sons ot r Loch/el; Our prince is among us, with eJaymore and plaid, And plaid and claymore shall stand forth to his ski. Come down like your torrents full fiush'd with the ruin ' Cry your war cry like eagles thai scream o'er the slain, One wild day of battle, one rush on the foe, And the traitors shall quail, the murl?r lie low. ,, WHEw wild war's deadly blast was blown, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony it sweet babe fatherleM, And mony a widow mourning; I left the lines and tented field, Where lang I'd been a lodger, M?humble knapsack a' my wealth, poor and honest sodget. A leal light heart was in my breast, My hand unstain'd wi' plunder; And for fair Scotia hame again I cheery on did Wander. I thought upon the banks o' Coil, ! thought upon my Nancy, 0,?,,,?Goo?l�
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