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DONALD MACGILLAVflY.
Thou act'st not like a brother
To him who owns the crown.
There's thirty of that race, man,
Before that thou take place, man :
It was a great disgrace, man.
Thy title yet to own.
Let our brave loyal elans, then,
Their ancient Stuart race
Restore with sword in hand, then.
And all their foes displace.
All unions we'll o'erturn, boys,
Which caus'd our nation mourn, boys.
Like Brace at Bannockburn, boys,
The English home we'll chase.
Our king they do despise, boys.
Because of Scottish blood ;
But for all their oaths and lies, boys,
His title still is good.
Ere Brunswick sceptre wield, boys,
We'll all die in the field, boys ;
For we will never yield, boys,
To serve a foreign brood.
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