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At three A. M. discover’d day,
And England’s chalky cliffs together.
At Seven up channel how we bore,
While hopes and fears rush’d on my fancy
At twelve I gaily jump’d ashore,
And to my throbbing heart prest Nancy.
And England’s chalky cliffs together.
At Seven up channel how we bore,
While hopes and fears rush’d on my fancy
At twelve I gaily jump’d ashore,
And to my throbbing heart prest Nancy.
CULLODEN.
The heath-cock crawed o’er muir and dale
Red raise the sun the sky was cloudy,
While mustering far wi distant yell
The northern bands marched stern an steady.
Red raise the sun the sky was cloudy,
While mustering far wi distant yell
The northern bands marched stern an steady.
Chorus.—O! Duncan, Donald’s ready,
O! Duncan, Donald’s ready!
Wi sword and targe he seeks the charge
And frae his shouther flings the plaidie
O! Duncan, Donald’s ready!
Wi sword and targe he seeks the charge
And frae his shouther flings the plaidie
Nae mair we chase the fleet-foot roe,
O’er down o‘er dale and mountain flyin
O’er down o‘er dale and mountain flyin
