MACPHERSON'S FAREWELL FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch's destinie! Macpherson's time will not be long On yonder gallows tree. CHORUS. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, He play'd a spring and danc'd it round, Oh, what is death but parting breath? I've dar'd his face, and in this place Sae rantingly, &c. Untie these bands from off my hands, And there's no man in all Scotland, I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife; I die by treacherie: It burns my heart I must depart And not avengèd be. Sae rantingly, &c. Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, And all beneath the sky! May coward shame disdain his name, The wretch that dares not die! BANNOCKBURN ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY To its ain Tune Scors, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's power, Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's king and law By oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud usurpers low! THE DUMFRIES VOLUNTEERS TUNE-" Push about the jorum” DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? The Nith shall run to Corsincon, O let us not like snarling tykes For never but by British hands The kettle o' the kirk and state, Our fathers' bluid the kettle bought, Fal de ral, &c. The wretch that wad a tyrant own, And the wretch his true-born brother, Who would set the mob aboon the throne, May they be damn'd together! Who will not sing, "God save the King," Shall hang as high's the steeple; But while we sing, "God save the King," We'll ne'er forget the People! A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, an' a' that? Our toils obscure, an' a' that; What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, |