The tears I shed must ever fall

The hills o' Gallowa'

The shepherd's son

The thistle's grown aboon the rose

The Norman horseshoe

Tho' richer swains

The green bowers of Bargeny

The broken heart of Annie

The braes of Ballahun

The soldier's dream

The downfall of Dalzell

The emigrant's farewell

The mariner

The foray

The social cup

The evening star

The moon was a waning

The bride of Allanbay

The bonnie bark

TIK

SCOTTISH SONGS.

THE BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN.

SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to victorie.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front of 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,

Free-man stand, or free-man fa',

VOL. IV.

Let him follow me!

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