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Robert Barns, fellow fine,
Yes, good sir, and that I can,
As well as any other man;
Hey ding a ding, ding, I heard a bird sing, The parliament soldiers are gone to the king. Pibroch of Donnel Dhu,
Pibroch of Donnel,
Hark to the summons ! Come in
your war array, Gentles and commons !
Come as the winds come,
When forests are rended,
When navies are stranded.
Chief, vassal, page and groom,
Tenant and master.
Fast they come, fast they come,
See how they gather! Wide waves the eagle plume blended with heather,
Cast your plaids, draw your blades,
Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donnel Dhu, now for the onset!
Jack Sprat could eat no fat;
His wife could eat no lean; So 'twixt them both they cleared the cloth,
And lick'd the platter clean.
There was a little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
And the little boy ran away.