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M9 Pherfon's Farewell
what is death but parting breath? I've liv'd a life of fturt and f'trife;
On many a bloody plain I die; by treacherie:
I've dard hisrface, and in this place It burns my heart I mult depart
I fcorn him yet again! And not avenged be.
Sae rantingly, &c. * Sae rantingly, &c .
Untie thefe bands from off my hands, Now farewell,light, thou funfhine brigjj
And bring to me my fword; And all beneath the fkyj
And there's no "a man in all Scotland, May coward fhame diftain his name,
But I'll brave him at a word. The wretch that dares not die!
Sae rantingly, &c. / Sae rantingly, &c.
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