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⟨Untie⟩ these bands from off my hands,
And bring to me my sword,
⟨And⟩ there's not a man in all Scotland,
But I'll brave him at a word.
Sae rantingly, &c.
And bring to me my sword,
⟨And⟩ there's not a man in all Scotland,
But I'll brave him at a word.
Sae rantingly, &c.
⟨I've⟩ liv'd a life of sturt and strife
⟨I⟩ die by treacherie:
⟨It burns⟩ my heart I must depart
And not avenged be.
Sae rantingly, &c.
⟨I⟩ die by treacherie:
⟨It burns⟩ my heart I must depart
And not avenged be.
Sae rantingly, &c.
⟨Now⟩ farewell, light, thou sunshine bright,
And all beneath the sky!
⟨May⟩ coward Shame aye stain his name,
The wretch that dares not die!
Sae rantingly, &c.
And all beneath the sky!
⟨May⟩ coward Shame aye stain his name,
The wretch that dares not die!
Sae rantingly, &c.
The young Highland Rover.
Tune—Morag.
⟨Loud⟩ blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover,
⟨Like⟩ winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover
⟨Far⟩ wanders nations over.
⟨Where'er⟩ he go, where'er he stray,
May Heaven be his warden;
⟨Return⟩ him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonny Castle Gordon
The snaws the mountains cover,
⟨Like⟩ winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover
⟨Far⟩ wanders nations over.
⟨Where'er⟩ he go, where'er he stray,
May Heaven be his warden;
⟨Return⟩ him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonny Castle Gordon
