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FuigheallDid we notBeat, but recently, John Cope and Prestonpans, His infantry, Four thousand strong, and all the cavalry he had? With ninety score Militiamen picked from the mighty Gaels, We killed them and we captured them With clashing of claymore. O, waken up Full mightily Kindled with wrathful fire, And show them that thy steel's still keen In one more battle dire! O, rise again With spirits high, And sharp swords in your hands, Wipe every dirty rebel out Who takes King George's side! Regiments of Prince Charles Stuart Let us draw close our ranks, Well sworded, shielded, Keen to march (gang vocals) Under our flying flags, For all we've suffered At their hands (gang vocals) Hangings, beheadings, loot, Come, let us take our full revenge, As we would always do. Remnant that Remains of us, let us close up our ranks, With courage and With firm resolve To make our last attempt; Determined ne'er Again to turn our backs upon our foes! Let's rise for the crown's true heir, Now is his only hour! Did not the Roman Caesars fail To conquer us in war? And shall we then Allow these beasts To down us with their blows? Come, summon up Your mighty strength, O warlike Scotia's sons! Let us revenge on George's folk The royal blood of clans. |