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The marrow of his bones;
For he crush'd him between two stones.
XII. And they hae ta’en his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.
Of noble enterprise,
'Twill make your courage rise.
XIV. 'Twill make a man forget his woe;
"Twill heighten all his joy; 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.
Each man a glass in hand;
Ne'er fail in old Scotland !
And did our hellim thraw, man,
Within America, man:
And in the sea did jaw, man;
Than quite refuse our law, man.
I wat he was na slaw, man ;
And Carleton did ca', man :
Montgomery-like did fa', man,
Amang his en’mies a', man.
Was kept at Boston Ha', man;
For Philadelphia, man:
Guid christian blood to draw, man; 'But at New York, wi' knife an' fork,
Sir-loin he hacked sma', man.
Till Fraser brave did fa', man ;
In Saratoga shaw, man.
And did the buckskins claw, man;
He hung it to the wa', man.
Began to fear a fa', man;
The German chief to thraw, man:
Nae mercy had at a', man ;
And lows'd his tinkler jaw, man.
Till death did on him ca', man ;
Conform to gospel law, man ;
They did his measures thraw, man,
An' bore him to the wa', man.
VII. Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes,
He swept the stakes awa', man.
Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race,
Led him a sair faux pas, man :
On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
A secret word or twa, man; While slee Dundas arous'd the class
Be-north the Roman wa', man : An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith,
(Inspired bardies saw, man) Wi' kindling eyes cry'd, • Willie, rise!
« Would I hae fear'd them a', man ?
IX. But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co.
Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man,
Behind him in a raw, man;
An' did her whittle draw, man ;
To make it guid in law, man.
Tune, Corn rigs are bonnie.
When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Annie : The time flew by wi' tentless heed,
Till 'tween the late and early; Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed,
To see me through the barley.
II. The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly ;
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I lov'd her most sincerely ;
Amang the rigs o' barley.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely: My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley! But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly! She ay shall bless that happy night,
Amang the rigs o' barley,