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f^02 THE EDINBURGH
Nor danger, nor famine, nor wars can alarm me ;
My foldier is near me, and naething can harm me.
He.
But fay, bonny lafs, when I go into battle,
Where dying men groan, and the loud cannons
rattle ?
She.
© then, bonny lad, I will fhare all thy harms,
And fhouldft thou be kill'd, I will die in thy arms
He.
then, bonny lafs, I will fhare all thy harms,
And fhould I be kill'd, I will die in thy arms.
Both.
1 ftill will be near thee, and fhield thee from harms*
And fhould I be kill'd, I will die in thy arms.

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