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Scots, wha ha¡¦e wi¡¦Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
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Or to victorie!
Now¡¦s the day, and now¡¦s the hour;
See the front o¡¦battle lour;
See approach proud Edward¡¦s power------
Chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward¡¦s grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland¡¦s king and law
Freedom¡¦s sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa¡¦,
Let him follow me!
By oppression¡¦s woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty¡¦s in every blow!------
Let us do or die!
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A Red , Red Rose
O my luve is like a red , red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair thou art , my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still , my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gng dry , my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still , my dear,
While the sands o' lift shall run.

    And fare thee weel , my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while;
And I will come again , my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

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John Anderson , My Jo

John Anderson my jo , John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld , John,
Your locks are like the snow,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson , my jo!

John Anderson my jo , John,
We clamb the hill thegither
And mony a canty day , John,
We've had wi' ane anither;
Now we maun totter down , John ,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson , my jo!

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