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WILL YE GANG TO SHERRAMUIR?
Will ye gang to Sherramuir,
Baul' John o' Innisture,
There to see the noble Mar
An' his Hielan' laddies?
A' the true men o' the north,
Angus, Huntly, and Seaforth,
Scouring on to cross the Forth,
Wi' their white cockadies!
Baul' John o' Innisture,
There to see the noble Mar
An' his Hielan' laddies?
A' the true men o' the north,
Angus, Huntly, and Seaforth,
Scouring on to cross the Forth,
Wi' their white cockadies!
Will ye gang to Sherramuir,
Baul' John o' Innisture
There to see the noble Mar
An' his Hielan' laddies?
Baul' John o' Innisture
There to see the noble Mar
An' his Hielan' laddies?
There, you 'll see the banners flare;
There, you 'll hear the bagpipes rair,
An' the trumpet's deadly blare,
Wi' the cannon's rattle!
There, you 'll see the baul' M'Craws,
Cameron's and Clanronald's raws;
An' a' the clans, wi' loud huzzas,
Rushing to the battle.
There, you 'll hear the bagpipes rair,
An' the trumpet's deadly blare,
Wi' the cannon's rattle!
There, you 'll see the baul' M'Craws,
Cameron's and Clanronald's raws;
An' a' the clans, wi' loud huzzas,
Rushing to the battle.
Will ye gang, etc.
[There, you 'll see the noble Whigs,
A' the heroes o' the brigs,
Raw hides and withered wigs,
Riding in array, man.
Riven hose and raggit hools,
Sour milk and girnin' gools,
Psalm-beuks and cutty stools,
We 'll see never mair, man.
A' the heroes o' the brigs,
Raw hides and withered wigs,
Riding in array, man.
Riven hose and raggit hools,
Sour milk and girnin' gools,
Psalm-beuks and cutty stools,
We 'll see never mair, man.
Will ye gang, etc.
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Will ye gang to Sherramuir,
Baul' John o' Innisture?
Sic a day, and sic an hour,
Ne 'er was in the north, man.
Siccan sights will ne 'er be seen!
An' gin some be nae mista'en,
Fragrant gales will come bedeen
Frae the water o' Forth, man.
Baul' John o' Innisture?
Sic a day, and sic an hour,
Ne 'er was in the north, man.
Siccan sights will ne 'er be seen!
An' gin some be nae mista'en,
Fragrant gales will come bedeen
Frae the water o' Forth, man.
Will ye gang, etc.]
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