| I lie in this cage in full public gaze
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| And I don’t give a pin for all their scorn
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| For I’ve crowned my lover king
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| Such glorious days I’ve seen
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| Give me the chance I’d do it all again
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| Robbie my love you’ve the heart of a dove
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| Only Scotland could raise such a man
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| On the wild mountain side
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| I have lain down by your side
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| In spite of the bitter wind and rain
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| The soft southern dogs have never scaled the heights
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| They cower in their comfort secure
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| But he has dared it all
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| And he’s risked the fearsome fall
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| Surely God will crown the brave and sure
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| At proud Bannockburn their cringing hearts did turn
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| From his noble and daring campaign
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| I watched from a distant hill
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| And my heart flies with him still
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| Though my body may be caged and disdained
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| He’s as bold as a ram, he’s as gentle as a lamb
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| He’s a man that could never be denied
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| He is generous and gay
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| But he’s changeable as day
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| And for just one hour with him I’d gladly die |