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ROB ROY M'GREGOR.
Pardon, now, the bold outlaw,
Rob Roy M'Gregor, O:
Grant him mercy, gentles a',—
Rob Roy M‘Gregor, O;
Let your hearts and hands agree,
Set the Highland laddie free,
Make us sing wi' muckle glee,
Rob Roy M'Gregor, O.
Lang the state had doom'd his fa’;
Rob Roy M'Gregor, O;
Still he spurn’d the scornfu' law,
Rob Roy M‘Gregor, O;
Scots can for their country dee,
Ne'er frae Britain's foe they flee,
A’ that's past forget, forgi'e,
Rob Roy M‘Gregor, O.
Scotland's fear and Scotland's pride,
Rob Roy M‘Gregor, O:
Your award must now abide,
Rob Roy M'Gregor, O;
Lang your favours ha'e been mine,
Favours I will neer resign,—
Welcome then for auld langsyne,
Rob Roy MʻGregor, O.
