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JACOBITE
O were some villains hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain ;
Then I wad see the joyfu' sight
Of Highland Harry back again.
O for him back again, &c.
Sad was the day, and sad the hour,
He left me in his native plain,
And rush'd his injur'd prince to join ;
But, oh ! he ne'er came back again !
O for him back again, &c.
Strong was my Harry's arm in fight,
Unmatch'd on a' Culloden plain ;
But vengeance has put down the right,
I'll never see him back again !
O for him back again, &c.
THE BONNY MOORHEN.*
My bonny moorhen, my bonny moorhen,
Up in the gray hill, down in the glen ;
It's when ye gang butt the house, when ye gang
ben,
Aye drink a health to my bonny moorhen.
My bonny moorhen's gane over the main,
And it will be simmer ere she come again ;
But when she comes back again, some folk
Joy be wi' thee, my bonny moorhen ! [will ken :
My bonny moorhen has feathers anew,
She's a' fine colours, but nane o' them blue :
* The enigmatical mode of expressing the sentiment in this Song
denotes it to have reference to one or other of the periods of active
rebellion, but whether in 1715, or 1745, is doubtful. The colours