28 PENCIL JACK. 



The Scottish Lass was clad sae sweetly, 



In tartans o' the blue and green ; 

 As bare-fit o'er the bent she trippit, 



I trow she was a comely queen. 

 Sweet innocence in every feature ; 



Fair emblem o' true liberty ; 

 I'll ne'er forget the Scottish Lassie, 



And the Cheviots wild, till the day I dee. 



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JACK has been a sodger brave. 



An' he's been in the wars ; 

 Noo he's returu'd, wi' glory crown' d, 



And monie wounds and scars. 

 His cuts are a' afore his face, 



An' nane ahint his back, 

 An' that in the right place, my lad ; 



He's a hero, Pencil Jack. .. 



Jack is turu'd a merchant noo, 

 He deals in needles an' pins, 



Envelopes, paper, and pencils, too, 

 Laces, braces, and skins. 



