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| WHA will ride wi’ gallant Murray? | |
| Wha will ride wi’ Geordie’s fel’? | |
| He ’s the flow’r o’ a’ Glenisla, | |
| And the darlin o’ Dunkel’. | |
| See the white rose in his bonnet! | 5 |
| See his banner o’er the Tay! | |
| His gude sword he now has drawn it, | |
| And has flung the sheath away. | |
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| Every faithful Murray follows; | |
| First of heroes! best of men! | 10 |
| Every true and trusty Stewart | |
| Blithely leaves his native glen. | |
| Atholl lads are lads of honor, | |
| Westland rogues are rebels a’; | |
| When we come within their border, | 15 |
| We may gar the Campbells claw. | |
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| Menzies he ’s our friend and brother; | |
| Gask and Strowan are nae slack! | |
| Noble Perth has ta’en the field, | |
| And a’ the Drummonds at his back, | 20 |
| Let us ride wi’ gallant Murray, | |
| Let us fight for Charlie’s crown; | |
| From the right we ’ll never sinder, | |
| Till we bring the tyrants down. | |
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| Mackintosh, the gallant soldier, | 25 |
| Wi’ the Grahams and Gordons gay, | |
| They have ta’en the field of honor, | |
| Spite of all their chiefs could say. | |
| Bend the musket, point the rapier, | |
| Shift the brog for Lowland shoe, | 30 |
| Scour the durk, and face the danger; | |
| Mackintosh has all to do. | |
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