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Go, for yoursel procure renown,
Bonie laddie, Highland laddie,

And for your lawful King his crown,
Bonie Highland laddie!

WEARY FA' YOU, DUNCAN GRAY.

TUNE-"Duncan Gray."

WEAR

EARY fa' you, Duncan Gray-
Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

Wae gae by you, Duncan Gray

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

When a' the lave gae to their play,
Then I maun sit the lee-lang day,
And jog the cradle wi' my tae,
And a' for the girdin o't.

Bonnie was the Lammas moon-
Ha, ha, the girdin o't!
Glowrin' a' the hills aboon-

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

The girdin brak, the beast cam down,
I tint my curch, and baith my shoon
Ah! Duncan, ye're an unco loon-
Wae on the bad girdin o't!

P

But, Duncan, gin ye'll keep your aith—
Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

Ise bless you wi' my hindmost breath-
Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

Duncan, gin ye'll keep your aith,
The beast again can bear us baith,
And auld Mess John will mend the skaith,
And clout the bad girdin o't.

YE JACOBITES BY NAME.

TUNE-"Ye Jacobites by name."

YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear;

Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear;

Ye Jacobites by name,

Your fautes I will proclaim,

Your doctrines I maun blame,

You shall hear.

What is Right and what is Wrang, by the law, by the

law?

What is Right and what is Wrang by the law?

What is Right and what is Wrang?

A short sword, and a lang,

A weak arm, and a strang
For to draw.

What makes heroic strife, fam'd a far, fam'd a far?
What makes heroic strife fam'd afar?

What makes heroic strife?

To whet th' assassin's knife,

Or hunt a Parent's life

Wi' bludie war?

Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state; Then let your schemes alone, in the state;

Then let your schemes alone,

Adore the rising sun,

And leave a man undone

To his fate.

WHAN I SLEEP I DREAM.

HAN I sleep I dream,

WHA

Whan I wauk I'm eerie,

Sleep I canna get,

For thinkin' o' my dearie.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the house are sleeping,
I think on the bonie lad

That has my heart a keeping.

Ay waukin O, waukin ay and wearie,
Sleep I canna get, for thinkin' o' my dearie,

Lanely night comes on,

A' the house are sleeping,

I think on my bonie lad,

An' I bleer my een wi' greetin'!

Ay waukin, etc.

WHEN I THINK ON THE HAPPY DAYS.

HEN I think on the happy days

WHE

I spent wi' you, my dearie;

And now what lands between us lie,

How can I be but eerie !

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinten by
When I was wi' my dearie.

GLOSSARY.

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