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COMMON RIDING SONGS: SCOTLAND YET
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Gae bring ma guid auld harp yince mair
Gaw bring it free and fast
That I might sing anither sang
Ere a' my glee be past
And trow ye as I sing, my lads,
The burthen o't shall be,
Auld Scotland's howes and Scotland's Knowes,
And Scotland's hills for me,
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
Wi A' the Honours three!
The heath waves wild upon her hills
An foamin' frae the fells
Her fountains sing of freedom still
As they dance doon the dells.
And weel I lo'ed the land, my lads,
That's girded by the sea
Auld Scotland's vales and Scotland's dales
And Scotland's hills for me,
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
Wi' a' the Honours three!
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The thistle wags upon the fields,
Where Wallace bore his blade,
That gave her dearest foemens bluid,
To dye her auld grey plaid.
And looking to lift my lads,
He sang this doughty glee,
And Scotland's right and Scotland's might,
And Scotland's hills for me.
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
Wi' a' the Honours three!
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Composed by Peter McLeod 1797-1859
Words written by Henry Scott Riddle 1798-1870
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