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Then let us pray that come it may.
As come it will for a’ that
That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth,
May bear the gree, and a’ that,
For a’ that, and a’ that,
It’s coming yet for a’ that.
That man to man, the world o’er,
Should brothers be for a’ that

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Blythe was she.

CHORUS.
Blythe, blythe and merry was she
Blythe was she butt and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.

By Auchtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonnier lass
Than braes o’ Yarrow ever saw.

Her looks were like a flow’r in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn;
She tripped by the banks o’ Ern,
As light’s a bird upon a thorn.

Her bonnie face it was as meek
As ony lamb upon a lea;
The evening sun was ne’er sae sweet
As was the blink o’ Phemie’s ee.

The Highland hills I've wander’d wide.
And o’er the lowlands I have been;
But Phemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green.