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180 THE POCKET SONGSTER ;
Nor dangers, nor famine, nor blood, can alarm mc.
My soldier is near me, and naething can harm
me."
But say, bonnie lass, when I go into battle,
Where dying men groan, and loud cannons
rattle !
'' O then, bonnie lad, I will share all thy harm?; ;
And shouldst thou be kilFd, I will die in tny
arms."
But say, bonnie lass, when I go, &c.
KITTY OF THE CLYDE.
A BOAT danced on Clyde's bonny stream.
When winds were rudely blowing
There sat what might a goddess seem
The waves beneath her flowing.
But no ; a mortal fair was she,
Surpassing all beside,
And youths aspired her choice to be,
Sweet Kitty of the Clyde.
I saw the boatman spread a sail ;
And while his daftness noting.
The boat was upset by the gale,
I saw sweet Kitty floating.
J plunged into the silver wave,
Wi' Cupid for my guide ;
And thought my heart wcpl lost to save
Swcr! Kitrv of the Clyde,

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