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Battle o the Somme

Roch the win in the cleer day's dawinBlaws the clouds hielster-gowdie o'er the bayBut thair's mair nor a roch win blawinThro the Greit Glen o the Warld the dayIt's a thocht that wed gar oor rottansA' thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay!Tak the road an seek ither loaninsFor thair ill-ploys tae sport an play.

Nae mair will our bonnie callantsMairch tae war whan our braggarts crousely crawNor wee weans frae pit-hied an clachanMurn the ships sailin doun the BroomielawBroken faimilies in launds we've hairrietWill curse "Scotlan' the Brave" nae mair, nae mair!Black an-t-white ane-til-ither mairrietMak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare

Sae com a' ye at hame wi freedomNever heed whit the houdies croak for DoomIn yer hous a' the bairns o AdamWill fin' breid, barley-bree an paintit room!When MacLean meets wi's friens in SpringburnAa thae roses an geeans will turn tae bloumAn a black laud frae yont NyangaDings the fell gallows o the burgers doun.

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