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Ye're a' the welcomer early;

Come round him cling,

Wi' a' yer kin,
For wha'll be king but Charlie?
Come thro' the heather,

Around him gither,
Come Ronald, come Donald,

Come a’ the gither,

An' crown your rightful lawful king, For wha'll be king but Charlie? The highland clans wi' sword in hand,

Frae John o' Groats to Airly, Hae to a man declar'd to stand Or fa' wi’ Royal Charlie?

Come thro' the heather, &c.
There's ne'er a lass in a' the land,

But vows baith late an' early,
To man she’ell ne'er gie heart or hand,
Wha wadna fight for Charlie,

Come thro' the heather, &c.
The lowland a' baith great and sma’,

Wi’mony a lord an’ laird hae, Declar'd for Scotia's king an’ law, An' speir ye wha but Charlie.

Come thro' the heather,' &c.
Then here's a health to Charlie's cause,

An' be't complete an’ early,
His very name our hearts' blood warms,
To arm for Royal Charlie.

Come thro' the heather, &c.

HEY THE BONNY BREAST KNOTS.

HEY the bonnie, ho the bonnie,
Hey the bonnie breast knots;

Blithe and bonnie were they all
When they put on the breast knots.
There was a bridal in our town,
For ilka lass there was a loon,
Some wore black and some wore brown,
But ilk ane had a breast knot.

Hey the bonnie, &c.
A sonsie l'ass wi' raven hair,
Cam'wi' a kaptelike lily fair;
Gart mony hearts that hour feel sair,
For ilk ane lo'e'd her breast knot.
The bride a knot kept tae hersel!
Its color she alone could tell,
Wha had the like wad bear the bell,
And ha' a Jo, and a breast knot.

Hey the bonnie, &c.
It was nae black, it was nae blue,
It had nae sic unseemly hue;
But it was white, I tell you true,
A braw bonnie breast knot.
Ane had the knot that like to me,
Inspired all hearts with mirth and glee;
Farewell! kind friends and thanks to ye, -
That loe sae weel my breast knots.

Hey the bonnie, ho the bonnie,
Hey the bonnie breast knots, :
Blithe and bonnie were they all
When they put on the breast knots.

OH! SAW YE THE LASS. O saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een? Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen, Her cheek like the rose is, but fresher I ween; She's the loveliest lassie that trips on the green. The home of my love is below in the valley, Where wild flowers welcome the wandering bee;

But the sweetest of flowers in that spot that is seen,
Is the maid that I love wi’ the bonnie blue een.

O saw ye the lass, &c.
When night overshadows her cot in the glen,
She'll steal out to meet her loved Donald again;
And when the moon shines on the valley so green,
I'll welcome the lass wi' the bonnie blue een.
As the dove that has wandered away from his nest,
Returns to the mate his fond heart loves the best,
I'll fly from the world's false and vanishing scene,
To my dear one, the lass wi’ the bonnie blue een.

O saw ye the lass, &c.

LET US HASTE TO KELVIN GROVE. • Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, 0, Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, 0,

Where the rose in all its pride,

Paints the hollow dingle side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O. We will wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, 0, To the cove, beside the rill, bonnie lassie, 0,

Where the glens rebound the call

Of the lofty water-fall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O. Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonnie lassie, 0, Where so oft beneath its shade, bonnie lassie, 0,

With the songsters in the grove,

We have told our tale of love, And have sportive garlands wove, bonnie lassie, 0, But I soon must bid adieu, bonnie lassie, 0, To this fairy scene and you, bonnie lassie, 0,

To the streamlet winding clear,

To the fragrant scented briar,
Even to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, 0.

And when on a distant shore, bonnie lassie, O, Should I fall 'midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, o,

Wilt thou, Ellen, when you hear

Of thy lover on his bier,
To his mem'ry shed a tear, bonnie lassie, 0,

MY BONNIE LASS.
TUNE_" Wha'll be king but Charlie.
My bonnie lass, now turn to me,

And gie a smile to cheer me,
An honest heart I'll gie to thee,
For in truth I love thee dearly.

Come, o'er the heather we'll trip together,
All in the morning early,
With heart and hand, I'll by thee stand,
For in truth I love thee dearly.
Come, o'er the heather we'll trip together,
I heed neither mother nor father nor brother,
With heart and hand, I'll by thee stand,

For in truth I love thee dearly.
There's many a lass I love full well,

And many who love me dearly,
But there's ne'er a one, except thysel,
That I e'er could love sincerely.

Come o'er the heather, &c.

BRUCE'S ADDRESS.
Scots, wha hae wi?. Wallace bled?
Scots, whom Bruce has aften led!
Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to glorious victory!
Now's the day, and now's the hour!
See the front of battle low'r!
See approach proud Edward's pow'r!

Edward! chains and slavery?

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?

Traitor! coward! turn and flee.
Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw?
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',

Caledonian! on wi' me
By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,

But they shall be, shall be free
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!

Forward! let us do or die!

TELL ME, ARE YE SLEEPIN' MAGGIE?

TUNE_" Roy's wife." TELL me, are ye sleepin', Maggie?

Tell me, are ye sleepin', Maggie? Let me in, for loud the linn

Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie!
Mirk and rainy is the night,

No a starn in a' the carie,
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift: .
And winds drive on wi’ winter's fury,

Tell me, &c.
Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank,

The rifted wood roars wild and drearie, Loud the iron yett does clank, And cry o’ howlets make me eerie.

Tell me, &c.

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