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He sees this waefu' reaving,
The rage o' dastard knave, He saw our deeds of bravery,
And He'll reward the brave.
For loyalty an' faith,
Would right the hero's skaith.
The day is dawn'd in heaven
For which we a' thought lang; The good, the just, is given
To right our nation's wrang. My ain dear Auchnacarry,
I hae thought lang for thee; O sing to your harp, my Mary,
An' sound its bonniest key!
OH-HON, OH RIGH!
Is a trivial song, written a simple Gaelic air of a cross
It is harmonized by Smith.
OH-Hon, oh righ ! there's something wanting,
Oh-hon, oh righ! I'm weary;
Comes o'er the knowe to cheer me.
When the day
Sad I look adown the valley;
Wi' a stound
Sets my heart a-thrilling.
When I see the plover rising,
Or the curlew wheeling, Then I trow some bonny lad Is coming to my shieling.
Why should I
Sit and sigh, While the greenwood blooms sae bonny ?
Flowerets springA' but me are cheery.
My wee cot is blest and happy
O'tis neat and cleanly!
Sweet the brier that blooms beside
Kind the heart that's lanely!
Herd, or hind, or boatman laddie
I hae now
Kid an' ewe,
Goud an' gear to gain ye.
Is one of those Jacobite things, relating to the persecuted state
“ WHERE has your daddy gone, my little May ?
“ O listen, auld carle, how roopit his note,
I trow the black traitor's of Sassenach breed,
“ Sweet little maiden, why talk you of death ?
“ Auld carle greybeard, a friend you should be,