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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 Scotland’s bonny
bounds,
But I hope yet to see him, &c.
His native land of liberty will nurse his glorious
wounds.
While wide th.o’ all the Highland hills his warlike
name resounds.
FINIS
