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MINSTRELSY. 337
Who ever were ready the broad sword to draw,
In defence of her honour, her freedom, and law.
" We stood by our Stuart, till one fatal blow
Loosed ruin triumphant, and valour laid low ;
The lords whom we trusted, and lived but to
please,
Then turned us adrift to the storms and the seas.
" O gratitude ! where didst thou linger the while?
What region afar is illumed with thy smile ?
That orb of the sky for a home will I crave,
When yon sun rises red on the Emigrant's grave !
HIGHLAND HARUY.*
My Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu' stately strade he o'er the plain
But now he's banish'd far away,
I'll never see him back again.
O for him back again !
for him back again !
1 wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land
For Highland Harry back again.
When a' the lave gang to their bed,
I wander dowie up the glen,
And set me down and greet my fill
For Highland Harry back again.
O for him back again, &c.
* The first tWree verses of this Song were altered by Burns from
the olden original, which was always exceedingly popular, both on
account of the air and the sentiment. The other two verses were
afterwards added by Sutherland.
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