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Pest
of a Love
Aye,
fonde o' ye am I
'n sairely dear ye wid nae knowe
frae onie feelin's ye dinnae hae at a'
sairely dear, I dear say
may 'tis ae my hairt tae pay- sae dear.
Och Aye! Yer face is a' the braws
wi' few sae fine tae compare tae
Ah yer hair sae raven black as a Craw's
Aye, I wid hud ye tae me ,
if yer hairt wis nae sae black 'n a'.
dinnae ye fear o' me my sweet beloved.
just play kinde 'n make swithe
fore a see ye.
for nou, I ken ye weil
'n my een hae luft yer dark vail
aff my hairt
is it the pairtin'?
- Ye think I'll gret?
Och, that I'll no gie ye
frae I ken my gretin' 'll no wash
yer black hairt awa'
So gang' awa' I plead ye
Gang ye parasitik flee
for I hae nae bluid tae gie ye
Gang fore I nick yer wings
- tae make ye crawl
I say wi' my hauns wrapped
'roond my hairt in protection
as it beats wi' fineaffection - yet.
Left alane am I,
Aye, 'n wi' nae regret
as my flee's flawn awa'.
Aye fonde o' ye am I ....
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We
Decide
In oor land o'
the Brave, the Brave decide
tae endour again, hud tae oor pride,
'N survive for the day for oor hands
'N hairts tae decide tae be Free
tae be ance maire Laird ,
o' oor ane terraine again.
Nae new bluid on oor hands,
nae battle glower
We raise oor banner, tae lower nane ither
Wi' onie peace on oor minds,
For Scotland, we decide
tae raise oor banner higher
- til we find nae new foe.
just us,
'N oor kind
the Free, the Brave, the Proud.
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