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The
standard on the braes o' Mar
Is up and streaming rarely,
The gath'ring pipe on Lochnagar
Is sounding loud and sairly,
The Hieland men, frae hill and glen,
Wi' belted plaids and glitterin blades,
Wi' bonnets blue, and hearts sae true,
Are comin' late and early
Chorus:
Our prince has made a noble vow,
To free his country fairly,
Then wha would be a traitor now,
To ane we lo'e sae dearly,
We'll go, we'll go and seek the foe,
By land or sea, wheree'er they be,
Then man to man, and in the van,
We'll win or die for Charlie.
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I
saw our chief come o'er the hill,
Wi' Drummond and Glengarry,
And through the pass came brave Lochiel,
Panmure and gallant Murray.
Macdonald's men, Clanronald's men,
McKenzie's men, McGilvray's men,
Strathallan's men, the lowland men,
O' Callander and Airley.
Chorus
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