| For th' Heaven-gifted still an earthly Gift have I! |
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| Unused to trade, and sore afraid |
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| For the tie is snapt asunder |
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| There was a Piper had a Coo |
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| Scotland prides her in the "Bonnet Blue" |
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| All mute and dim as Shadows gray |
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| Gae 'wa wi your kistfu whistles my man |
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| Though wandering in a strange land |
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| To-Day |
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| Adieu |
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