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"HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA’"

HERE'S a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa';
And wha winna wish guid-luck to our cause,
May never guid-luck be their fa'!

It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.

Here's a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa';

Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan,
Although that his band be sma'.

May Liberty meet wi' success!

May Prudence protect her frae evil!

May tyrants and Tyranny tine in the mist,

And wander their way to the devil!

Here's a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa’;

Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie,

That lives at the lug o' the law!

Here's freedom to him that wad read!

Here's freedom to him that wad write!

There's nane ever feared that the truth should be heard,

But they wham the truth wad indite.

Here's a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa';

Here's Maitland and Wycombe, and who does na like 'em We'll build in a hole o' the wa'.

Here's timmer that's red at the heart,

Here's fruit that's sound at the core!

May he that would turn the buff and blue coat

Be turned to the back o' the door.

Here's a health to them that's awa',
Here's a health to them that's awa';

Here's Chieftain McLeod, a chieftain worth gowd,
Though bred amang mountains o' snaw!
Here's friends on baith sides o' the Forth,
And friends on baith sides o' the Tweed;

And wha wad betray Old Albion's rights,
May they never eat of her bread!

Robert Burns [1759–1796]

THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND

OH where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the French for King George upon the throne;

And it's oh! in my heart how I wish him safe at home.

Oh where! and oh where! does your Highland laddie dwell! He dwells in merry Scotland at the sign of the Blue Bell; And it's oh! in my heart that I love my laddie well.

What clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad? His bonnet's of the Saxon green, his waistcoat's of the plaid; And it's oh! in my heart that I love my Highland lad.

Suppose, oh suppose, that your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes shall play over him, I'll lay me down and cry; And it's oh! in my heart that I wish he may not die!

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THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY

YE Highlands and ye Lawlands,

O where hae ye been?

They hae slain the Earl of Murray,
And hae laid him on the green.

Now wae be to thee, Huntly!
And wherefore did ye sae?
I bade you bring him wi' you,
But forbade you him to slay.

He was a braw gallant,
And he rid at the ring;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
O he might hae been a king!

He was a braw gallant,

And he played at the ba'; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a'!

He was a braw gallant,

And he played at the gluve; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he was the Queen's luve!

O lang will his Lady

Look owre the Castle Doune, Ere she see the Earl of Murray

Come sounding through the toun!

PIBROCH OF DONALD DHU

PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu,

Pibroch of Donuil,
Wake thy wild voice anew,

Summon Clan-Conuil!
Come away, come away,

Hark to the summons!

Come in your war array,
Gentles and commons.

Come from deep glen, and
From mountain so rocky;

The war-pipe and pennon
Are at Inverlochy.

Come every hill-plaid, and

True heart that wears one;
Come every steel blade, and

Strong hand that bears one.

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Leave untended the herd,
The flock without shelter;
Leave the corpse uninterred,
The bride at the altar;
Leave the deer, leave the steer,
Leave nets and barges:
Come with your fighting gear,
Broadswords and targes.

Come as the winds come, when

Forests are rended:

Come as the waves come, when

Navies are stranded!
Faster come, faster come,

Faster and faster

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 Donuil Dhu,

Kneel for the onset!

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MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale;

Why the de'il dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale!

All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border!

Many a banner spread

Flutters above your head,

Many a crest that is famous in story.

Mount and make ready, then,

Sons of the mountain glen,

Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.

Come from the hills where the hirsels are grazing;
Come from the glen of the buck and the roe;
Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing;
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.
Trumpets are sounding;

War-steeds are bounding;

Stand to your arms, then, and march in good order.
England shall many a day

Tell of the bloody fray

When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border.

Walter Scott [1771-1832]

"WHEN BANNERS ARE WAVING"

WHEN banners are waving, and lances are pushing;
When captains are shouting, and war-horses rushing;
When cannon are roaring, and hot bullets flying,
He that would honor win, must not fear dying.

Though shafts fly so quick that it seems to be snowing;
Though streamlets with blood more than water are flowing;
Though with sabre and bullet our bravest are dying,
We speak of revenge, but we ne'er speak of flying.

Come, stand to it, heroes! The heathen are coming;
Horsemen are round the walls, riding and running;
Maidens and matrons all Arm! arm! are crying,
From petards the wildfire's flashing and flying.

The trumpets from turrets high loudly are braying;
The steeds for the onset are snorting and neighing;
As waves in the ocean, the dark plumes are dancing;
As stars in the blue sky, the helmets are glancing.
Their ladders are planting, their sabres are sweeping;
Now swords from our sheaths by the thousand are leaping;
Like the flash of the levin, ere men hearken thunder,
Swords gleam, and the steel caps are cloven asunder.

The shouting has ceased, and the flashing of cannon!
I looked from the turret for crescent and pennon:
As flax touched by fire, as hail in the river,

They were smote, they were fallen, and had melted for ever.

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