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THE JACOBITE LASS
My love stood at the loanin’ side
An’ held me by the hand,
The bonniest lad that e’er did bide
In a’ this waefu’ land—
There’s but ae bonnier to be seen
Frae Pentland to the sea,
And for his sake but yestere’en
I sent my love frae me.
I gi’ed my love the white white rose
That’s at my feyther’s wa’,
It is the bonniest flower that grows
Whaur ilka flower is braw ;
There’s but ae bonnier that I ken
Frae Perth unto the main,
An’ that’s the flower o’ Scotland’s men
That’s fechtin’ for his ain.
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