. Poems and songs . BANNOCKBURN. Tune- Hey, tuttie, tuttie. Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led ;Welcome to your gory bed,Or to glorious victorie ! 208 BANNOCKBURN. Nows the day, and nows the hour;See the front o battle lower;See approach proud Edwards power-Edward ! chains and slaverie ! Wha will be a traitor knave?Wha can fill a cowards grave?Wha sae base as be a slave 1Traitor ! coward ! turn and flee ! Wha for Scotlands king and lawFreedoms sword will strongly draw,Free-man stand, or free-man fa,Caledonian ! on with me ! By oppressions woes and pains !By your son
. Poems and songs . BANNOCKBURN. Tune- Hey, tuttie, tuttie. Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led ;Welcome to your gory bed,Or to glorious victorie ! 208 BANNOCKBURN. Nows the day, and nows the hour;See the front o battle lower;See approach proud Edwards power-Edward ! chains and slaverie ! Wha will be a traitor knave?Wha can fill a cowards grave?Wha sae base as be a slave 1Traitor ! coward ! turn and flee ! Wha for Scotlands king and lawFreedoms sword will strongly draw,Free-man stand, or free-man fa,Caledonian ! on with me ! By oppressions woes and pains !By your sons in servile chains !We will drain our dearest veins,But they shall—they shall be free. Lay the proud usurpers low!Tyrants fall in every foe !Libertys in every blow ! Forward ! let us do, or die !. 20Q SHE SAYS SHE LOES ME BEST OF ATune— Onagks Water-fall. Sae flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue,Bewitchingly oer-arching Twa laughing een o bonnie smiling, sae wyling, Wad make a wretch forget his woe ;What pleasure, what treasure, Unto these rosy lips to grow !Such was my Chloris bonnie face, When first her bonnie face I saw ;And aye my Chloris dearest charm, She says she loes me best of a. Like harmony her motion ; Her pretty ancle is a spy-Betraying fair proportion, Wad mak a saint forget the sky ;Sae warming, sae charming, Her faultless form, and gracefu air :Ilk feature—auld Nature Declared that she could do nae are the willing chains o love, By conquering beautys sovereign law ;And aye my Chloris dearest charm, She says she loes me best of a. Let others love the city, And gaudy show at sunny noon ;Gie me the lonely valley, The dewy eve, and rising moon ;Eair beaming, and streaming, F. F. SHE SAYS SHE LOES ME BEST OF a\ Her silver ligh
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