The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Rise! Rise! Lowland and Highland men.
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Rise! Rise! Lowland and Highland men.
Rise! rise! lowland and highland men;
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early:
Rise! rise! mainland and island men;
Belt on your broadswords, and fight for Prince Charlie!
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early:
Rise! rise! mainland and island men;
Belt on your broadswords, and fight for Prince Charlie!
Down from the mountain steep,
Up from the valley deep,
Out from the clachan, the bothy, and sheeling;
Bugle and battle-drum,
Bid chief and vassal come;
Loudly our bagpipes the pibroch are pealing.
Up from the valley deep,
Out from the clachan, the bothy, and sheeling;
Bugle and battle-drum,
Bid chief and vassal come;
Loudly our bagpipes the pibroch are pealing.
CHORUS.
Rise, rise, &c.
Men of the mountains!—descendants of heroes!
Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers,—
Say, shall the Sassenach Southron not fear us,
When fierce to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers?
Long on the trophied walls
Of your ancestral halls
Rust hath been blunting the armour of Albin:
Seize, then, ye mountain Macs,
Buckler and battle-axe,
Lads of Lochaber, Brae-Mar, and Breadalbane.
Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers,—
Say, shall the Sassenach Southron not fear us,
When fierce to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers?
Long on the trophied walls
Of your ancestral halls
Rust hath been blunting the armour of Albin:
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Buckler and battle-axe,
Lads of Lochaber, Brae-Mar, and Breadalbane.
CHORUS.
Rise, rise, &c.
When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward?
When did the bonnet blue crest the disloyal?
Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart?
Follow your hero, the rightful, the royal.
Come, chief of Clanronald,
And gallant M'Donald;
Come Lovet, Lochiel, with the Grant and the Gordon;
Rouse every kilted clan,
Rouse every loyal man;
Musket on shoulder, and thigh the broadsword on!
When did the bonnet blue crest the disloyal?
Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart?
Follow your hero, the rightful, the royal.
Come, chief of Clanronald,
And gallant M'Donald;
Come Lovet, Lochiel, with the Grant and the Gordon;
Rouse every kilted clan,
Rouse every loyal man;
Musket on shoulder, and thigh the broadsword on!
CHORUS.
Rise! rise! lowland and highland men;Bald sire to beardless son, each come, and early:
Rise! rise! mainland and island men;
Belt on your broadswords, and fight for Prince Charlie!
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