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We laid us down upon a bank,
Sae warm and sunnie was the weather;
She left her flocks at large to rove
Amang the bonny blooming heather.
O’er the muir, &c.
While thus we lay she sang a sang,
Till echo rang a mile and farther,
And aye the burden o’ the sang,
Was o’er the muir amang the heather.
O’er the muir, &c.
She charm’d my heart, and aye sinsyne
I couldna think on ony ither:
By sea and sky she shall be mine!
The bonnie lass amang the heather.
O’er the muir, &c.
MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD.
March to the battle field,
The foe is now before us;
Each heart is freedom’s shield,
And heaven is smiling o’er us.
The woes and pains, the galling chains.
Which kept our spirit under,
In proud disdain we’ve broke again,
And tore each link asunder.
March to the battle field, &c.
Who, for his country brave,
Would fly from the invader;
Who, his base life to save,
Would traitor-like degrade her?
March to the battle field, &o.
