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And when the)' brought him to Duket's kirk- yard,
He dunted on the kist, the boards did flee ;
And when they were gaun to lay him i' the yird,
In fell the kist and out lap he.
He cried "I'm cauld, I'm unco cauld:"
Fu' fast ran the folk, and fu' fast ran he ;
But he was first hame at his ain ingle-side,
And he helped to drink his ain dregie.
THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE.
Words by Robert Allan. Music by John TurnbulL
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There grew in bon - nie Scot-land a this - tie and a brier; And
aye they twined and clas - ped like sis - ters kind and dear.
The rose it was sae bon -nie, it could ilk bo-som charm; the
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this - tie spread its thor - ny leaf to keep the rose from harm.
A bonnie laddie tended the rose baith aire and late,
He watered it, and fanned it, and wove it wi' his fate ;
And the leal hearts of Scotland prayed it might never fa',
The thistle was sae bonnie green, the rose sae like the snaw.
But the weird sisters sat where hope's fair emblems grew,
They drapt a drap upon the rose o' bitter blasting dew ;
And aye they twined the mystic thread, but ere their task was done,
The snaw-white rose it disappeared, it withered in the sun.
A bonnie laddie tended the rose baith aire and late,
He watered it, and fanned it, and wove it wi' his fate ;
But the thistle tap it withered, winds bore it far awa',
And Scotland's heart was broken for the rose sae like the snaw.