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JACOBITE SONGS.
Oh, leeze me on the philabeg^,
The hairy hough, and garter'd leg I
But aye the thing that glads my ee.
Is the white cockade aboon the bree.
I'll sell my rock, 111 sell my reel,
My rippling kame, and spinning-wheelj,
To buy my lad a tartan plaid,
A braidsword, and a white cockade,
I'll sell my rokely and my tow,
My gude gray mare and hawket cow,
That ev'ry loyal Buchan lad
May tak' the field wi' his white cockade.
KILLIECBANKIE.
Clayers and his Highlandmen
Came down upon the raw, man ;
"Who, being stout, gave mony a shout ;
The lads began to claw, then.

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