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And the spirit of a Highland chief should glister in

his eye.

The pipes should play a cheerful strain, the banners

round him fly,

And for his king and country with pleasure he will

die.

But I hope yet to see him in Scotlands bonny

bounds,

But I hope yet to see him, 8c.

His native land of liberty will nurse his glorious

wounds.

While wide thro' all the Highland hills his warlike

name resounds.

THE WEARY PUND O TOW.

The weary pund, the weary pund,

The weary pund a' tow;

I think my wife will end her life,

Before she spin her tow.

I bought my wife a stane o' lint,

As good as e'er did grow ;

And a' that she has made o' that,

Is we poor pund o' tow.

The weary pund, the weary pund,

The weary pund o' tow;

I think my wife will end her life,

Before she spin her tow.

There sat a bottle in the bole,

Beyond the ingle low,

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