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Our country sinks beneath the yoke.
It weeps, it bleeds.
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And each new day
a gash is added to her wounds.
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Each new morn new widows howl,
new orphans cry.
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New sorrows strike heaven
on the face...
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...that it resounds as if
it felt with Scotland.
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Who comes here?
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A countryman
who seems a stranger to us.
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My ever gentle cousin.
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Welcome hither.
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- Stands Scotland where it did?
- Alas, poor country.
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Afraid to know itself. It cannot
be called our mother, but our grave.
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- What's the newest grief?
- Each minute teems a new one.
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- How does my wife?
- Well.
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- And my children?
- Well too.
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- The tyrant has not battered at them?
- No. They were well at peace.
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Be not a niggard of speech.
How goes it?
1:45:52
Your eye in Scotland will create
soldiers, make our women fight.
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We are coming thither.