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Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;

See approach proud Edward's power-
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!1

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!

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Lay the proud usurpers low!

Tyrants fall in every foe!

Liberty's in every blow!

Forward let us do or die !2

1 This verse stood when the change was first made:

"Sodger! hero! on wi' me!"

2 "I have borrowed the last stanza from the common stall edition of Wallace

"A false usurper sinks in every foe,

And liberty returns with every blow.'

A couplet worthy of Homer." - B.

WHERE ARE THE JOYS?

TUNE-Saw ye my Father!

This song as first written was sprinkled with a few Scottish words.

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morn ing,

That danced to the lark's early song?

Where is the peace that awaited my wandering, At evening the wild-woods among?

No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets so fair;
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad sighing care.

Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly Winter is near?
No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses,
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long too well have I known,

All that has caused this wreck in my bosom Is Jenny, fair Jenny, alone.

Time cannot aid me; my griefs are immortal; Not hope dare a comfort bestow:

Come, then, enamoured and fond of my anguish, Enjoyment I'll seek in my wo.

September, 1793.

MY SPOUSE NANCY.

TUNE- My Jo Janet.

"HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife,
No longer idly rave, sir;
Though I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir."

"One of us two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;

Is it man, or woman, say,
My spouse, Nancy?"

1 So in manuscript - hitherto always printed Nor

"If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience,
I'll desert my sovereign lord,
And so good-by allegiance!"

"Sad will I be, so bereft, Nancy, Nancy;

Yet I'll try to make a shift,

My spouse, Nancy."

"My poor heart then break it must,
My last hour I'm near it:
When you lay me in the dust,
Think, think how you will bear it."

"I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;

Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse, Nancy."

"Well, sir, from the silent dead,
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you."

"I'll wed another like my dear,
Nancy, Nancy;

Then all hell will fly for fear,
My spouse, Nancy."

APOLOGY TO MR. RIDDEL' for a rudeNESS OFFERED HIS WIFE.

From whatever considerations, known or unknown, Mr. and Mrs. Riddel were unforgiving, though the breach did not become quite desperate at first.

THE friend whom wild from Wisdom's way, The fumes of wine infuriate send

(Not moony madness more astray) –

Who but deplores that hapless friend?

Mine was th' insensate frenzied part,

Ah! why should I such scenes outlive? Scenes so abhorrent to my heart!

"Tis thine to pity and forgive.

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