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Wae’s me! for baith I canno’ get,
to ane by law we’re stinted;
Then I’ll draw cuts, and tak my fate,
and be with ane contented.
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VALIANT SCOTSMEN.
Scotsmen! from your heath-clad mountains,
Arm, descend, and save your land;
From your glens, your lakes & fountains,
Rise, and guard her sea-wash’d strand.
Think on Wallace, Scotland’s pride;
Think on Bruce, and Bannockburn,
Think on the Scot*[1], who lately dy’d;
Him imitate, whom yet ye mourn!
Husbands think on Wives and Children!
Soothe their fears, prevent their woes ;
Yes, tell them, Life’s warm stream ye’ll drain,
Ere they bleed by cruel foes.
- ↑ * Abercromby.
