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She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wil'd,
She charm'd my soul, I wistna how;
And aye the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.
But spare o' speak, and spare to speed,
She’ll alblins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.
RULE BRITANNIA.
When Britain first, at Heaven’s command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain;
Rule, Britannia, Britannia, rule the waves,
Britons never shall be slaves.
In nations, not so bless’d as thee
Must in their turn to tyrant’s fall
Whilst thou shall flourish, great and free
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule Britannia, &c.
