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Oh lion ! my Highlnndman,
Oh! my bonny Highlandmrm ;
JVeel tvou'd I my true love ken
Amang*ten thousand Highlandme?i.
Oh ! to see his tartan trews^
Bonnet bhie, and laigh-heerd shoes,
Philabeg aboon his knee ;
That's the lad that I'll gang wi'.
Oh hon ! Sec.
The princely youth that I do mean.
Is fitted for to be a king ;
On his breast he wears a star ;
You'd take him for the god of war.
Oh hon ! &c.
Oh to see this princely one.
Seated on a royal throne !
Disasters a' wou'd disappear;
Then begins the jub'lee year.
Oh hon! &g.
THEEE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE
COMES HAME.
[By Burns ; the air is old.]
j3y yon castle wa', at the close of the day,
1 heard a man sing, though his head it was grey ;
And as he was singing the tears fast down came,— .
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

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