8 M‘Dougal (the fam'd Lord o‘ Lorn), M ‘Nab an‘ M‘Kenzie sae leel; Wi‘ Gordon, M'Leod, an‘ M'Donald, Wha ll stand, but will ne'er turn awa'; An' bauldly to lead us to honour, See Murray the chief o' us a'! While Britons, &c.
Yes! we ha'e our bauld Highland laddies, Wi bonnets set briskly a-jee, Wha's love for their country's sae her it. Before they'll forsake her they ll die. Look round here, in ilka Scotch bosom, A flame for auld SCOTIA does burn;] A flame which nae dastardly traitor, Nor danger nor death can o'erturn ! While Britons, &c.
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