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O happy sight! to see the plaid
flung down upo' the know,
While ilka supple Celtic blade
cries. Up wi' Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah, &c.
flung down upo' the know,
While ilka supple Celtic blade
cries. Up wi' Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah, &c.
There’s Jack out-o'er his kan o’ grog,
abast the Vessel’s prow,
Wi’ glee he tipples out his cog,
an’ sings out Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah, &co.
abast the Vessel’s prow,
Wi’ glee he tipples out his cog,
an’ sings out Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah, &co.
The Sodger, new come frae the war;
will hirple as he dow,
An’ wag his sit, for a’ his fears,
to canty Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah, &c.
will hirple as he dow,
An’ wag his sit, for a’ his fears,
to canty Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah, &c.
The Cotter, at his ingle-cheek,
sits noddin’ o’er the low,
But waken' him, an’ gar him speak,
he’ll cry for Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah. &c.
sits noddin’ o’er the low,
But waken' him, an’ gar him speak,
he’ll cry for Neil Gow.
Let ilka stirrah. &c.
o———o———o
Down the Burn Davie.
When trees did bud, and fields were green,
and broom bloom’d fair to see,
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love langh’d in her e’e;
and broom bloom’d fair to see,
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love langh’d in her e’e;
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