MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

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MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

We ranged a' from Tweed to Spey,
An' liv'd like lords an' ladies gay;
For a lalland face he feared none,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey &c.

They banish'd him beyond the sea,
But ere the bud was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
Sing hey &c.

But, Och! they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in a dungeon fast;
My curse upon them every one,
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey &c.

And now a widow I must mourn
The pleasures that will ne'er return;
No comfort but a hearty can,
When I think on John Highlandman.
Sing hey &c.

Recitativo ----

A pigmy Scraper wi' his Fiddle,
Wha us'd at trystes an' fairs to driddle,
Her strappan limb an' gausy middle, (He reach'd nae higher)

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