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They're like a stocking fu' o' flaes,
That will torment ye a' your days,
Until the day ye die, man.
BANNOCKS O' BARLEY.
Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley,
Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks of barley
Wha in a brulzie will first cry 'a parley?'—
Never the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley.
Bannocks of bear-meal, bannocks o' barley.
Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks ⟨o'⟩ barley.
Wha drew the gude clay more for Charlie?
Wha cow'd the lowns o' England rarely?
Au claw'd their backs at Falkirk fairly?
Wha but the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley.
Bannocks, &c.
Wha, when hope was blasted fairly,
Stood in ruin wi' bounie Prince Charlie?
An' 'neath the Duke's bloody paws dree'd sairly?
Wha but the lads wi' the bannocks o'barley.
Bannocks o' barley, &c.
