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there&039;ll never be peace till jaie es ha

by yon castle wa&039;, at the close of the day,

i heard a an sg, tho&039; his head it was grey:

and as he was sgg, the tears doon ca,—

there&039;ll never be peace till jaie es ha

the church is rus, the state is jars,

desions, oppressions, and urdero wars,

we dare na weel say&039;t, but we ken wha&039;s to b,—

there&039;ll never be peace till jaie es ha

y seven braw ns for jaie drew sword,

but now i greet round their green beds the yerd;

it brak the sweet heart o&039; y faithful and da,—

there&039;ll never be peace till jaie es ha

now life is a burden that bows down,

s&039; i tt y bairns, and he tt his crown;

but till y st onts y words are the sa,—

there&039;ll never be peace till jaie es ha