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And rush on those desperate men:
Like a lion I'll fight;
That my spear, now so bright,
May soon turn to a ploughshare again!

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LAY THY LOOF IN MINE LASS.

O Lay thy loof in mine lass
In mine lass, in mine lass,
And swear on thy white hand Lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.
A slave to love's unbounded sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae.
But now he is my deadly fae
Unless thou be mine ain.
O lay thy loof in mine Lass,
In mine Lass in mine Lass, &c.

There's monie a Lass has broke my rest,
That for a blink I hae lo'ed best;
But thou art Queen within my breast,
For ever to remain.
O lay thy loof in mine Lass,
lu mine Lass in mine Lass,
And swear on thy white hand, Lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.