Freedom Come All Ye
Rock the wind in the clear day's dawning
Blows the cloud's heels for gaudie o'er the bay
But there's mair nor a rough wind blowing
Through the great glen o' the world a'day
It's a thought that will garrow rottens
'thae rogues that ken Gallar's fresh and gay
Tak'the road and see Gallar loanins
For they're ill 'ployed tae sport and play
Nae mair would the bonny Callans
March tae war when our braggarts crousely craw
Nor wee weans frae parteen and clachan
Mourn the ships sailing doon the broomielaw
Broken faimlies in lands we've herriet
Will curse Scotland the brave nae mair, nae mair
Black and white ane til ither mairriet
Mak'the vile barracks o'their masters bare
So come all ye at hame wi'freedom
Never heed what the huddies croak for doom
In your hoose a'their bairns o'Adam
Will find bread, barley bread and painted boon
When MacLean meets wi'his frien's in Springburn
A'tnae roses and geens will turn tae bloom
And the black boy frae off Nyanga
Ding the fell gallows o'the burghers'doom
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