Battle of Sheriff Muir/Scotia's Sons

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SCOTIA'S SONS.

Blythe blythe around the nappy,
Let us join in social glee;
While we're here we'll hae a drappy;
Scotia's son's hae aye been free.

Our auld forbears when owre their yill,
And cantie bickers round, did ca',
Forsooth, they cried, anither gill,
For sweer't we are to gang aws.
Blythe, blythe, &c.

Some heartie cock wad then hae sang,
As auld Scotch sonnet aff wi' glee,
Syan pledge his co-the chorus rang,
Aud Scotia and her sons are free.
Bythe, blythe &c

Thus cracks and jokes and sangs gead round,
Till morn the s'e o'light did draw,
Yet drisch to rise the carls round,
Cry'd oco an chorus then awa.
Blythe, blythe &c

The landlord then the nappy brings,
And toasts fu' happy a' may be,
Syne tooms the cog-the chorus rings,
Auld Scotia's shall ay be free
Blythe blythe, &c.

Then like our dads o' auld langsyhe,
Let social glee unite us a',
Ay blythe to meet our mou's to weet,
But ay as sweer't to gang awa.
Blythe, blythe, &c.