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IX. MISCELLANEOUS 293
Chorus. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he, He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round Below the gallows tree.
O, what is death but parting breath !
On many a bloody plain IVe dared his face, and in this place
I scorn him yet again !
Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring to me my sword, And there's no a man in all Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.
I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife;
I die by treacherie : It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avenged be.
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,
And all beneath the sky! May coward shame distain his name,
The wretch that dare not die!
No. 312. O, raging Fortunes withering blast.
O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low.
My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow ; The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow.
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low !— But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low!