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fathers; Say, shall the Southern--the Sassenach fear us When to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers? Too long on the trophied walls Of your ancestral halls, Red rust hath blunted the armour of Albin; Seize then, ye mountain Macs, Buckler and battle-axe, Lads of Lochaber, Braemar, and Breadalbin! When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward? When did the blue bonnet crest the disloyal? Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart, Follow your leader--the rightful--the royal! Chief of Clanronald, Donald Macdonald! Lovat! Lochiel! with the Grant and the Gordon! Rouse every kilted clan, Rouse every loyal man, Gun on the shoulder, and thigh the good sword on! FOOTNOTES: [12] A MS. copy of this song had been sent by the author to the Ettrick Shepherd. Having been found among the Shepherd's papers after his decease, it was regarded as his own composition, and has consequently been included in the posthumous edition of his songs, published by the Messrs Blackie. The song appears in Imlah's "May Flowers," published in 1827. MARY. AIR--_"The Dawtie."_ There lives a young lassie Far down yon lang glen, How I lo'e that lassie There's nae ane can ken! Oh! a saint's faith may vary, But faithfu' I'll be-- For weel I lo'e Mary, And Mary lo'es me. Red, red as the rowan Her smiling wee mou, An' white as the gowan Her breast and her brow; Wi' the foot o' a fairy She links o'er the lea-- Oh! weel I lo'e Mary, An' Mary lo'es me. Where yon tall forest timmer, An' lowly broom bower, To the sunshine o' simmer, Spread verdure an' flower; There, when night clouds the cary, Beside her I'll be-- For weel I lo'e Mary, An' Mary lo'es me! OH! GIN I WERE WHERE GADIE RINS.[13] Oh! gin I were where Gadie rins, Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins-- Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins By the foot o' Bennachie. I've roam'd by Tweed, I've roam'd by Tay, By Border Nith, and Highland Spey, But dearer far to me than they The braes o' Bennachie. When blade and blossoms sprout in spring, And bid the burdies wag the wing, They blithely bob, and soar, and sing By the foot o' Bennachie.
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