I saw my J'am?e s wraith, for I cou'd na th?k it he, 'Till he said I'm come hame, love, to marry thee. ?air, sair did we ?reet, and mickle did we say, We took but ane kiss, and we tore ourselves away, ! wish I was dead, but I'm na like to dee, 0 why was I born to s?y wae's me; I gang l?ke a ghaist, and I c?re na to spin, I dare na think of Jamie for that wou'd be a sin, ?o I will do roy best a?gude w?fe to be, For Auld Robin Gray ?s very kind to me. A HIGHLAND LAD. A HXOHL?,?X? lad my love was born, The lowland laws he held in scorn, But he still was faithful to his clan. My gallant braw John Highland man, Sing hey my braw John Highland man, ' ? ho my braw John Highland man, There's not a lad in a' the clan, Can match we. my braw Highland man. With his bonnet blue and tartan plaid, And good claymore down by his side, The ladies' hearts he did trepan, My gallant braw John Highland man, Sing hey mlr braw John Highland man, Sing ho my? John Highland man, There's not ?'[ad in a' the clan, , Can match we mir braw Highland man.' ' DRAW THE SWORD, $COTLANI?. D?t?,w the sword, Scotland, Scotland, Scotland! Over mountain and moor hath passed the war-s/gn: The pibroch is pealing, pealing, pealing, Who heeds not the summons is nae son o' thine.
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