Frae the friends and land I love
Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite,
Frae my best belov'd I rove,
Never mair to taste delight
Never mair maun hope to find
Ease frae toil, relief frae care.
When remembrance wracks the mind,
Pleasures but unveil despair.
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Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the Fates, nae mair severe,
friends, love, and peace restore;
Till Revenge, wi' laurell'd head,
Bring our banish'd hame again,
And ilk loyal, bonie lad
Cross the seas, and win his ain!
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