Go fetch to me a pint o wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink, before I go,
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Tune - "Galla Water."
Altho' my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie;
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At a relic aul' croft upon the hill,
Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill,
Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill
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Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather;
And the moorcock springs, on whirring wings,
Amang the blooming heather;
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If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
Ye'll there see bonie Peggy;
She kens her father is a laird,
And she forsooth's a leddy.
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There's nane that's blest of human kind
But the cheerful and the gay, man.
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Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear!
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
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It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall
For the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,
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'Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir;
Tho' I am your wedded wife
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My love, she's but a lassie yet,
My love, she's but a lassie yet!
We'll let her stand a year or twa,
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