Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray, wha will ride for Geordie's sel'? He's the flower o' Glenisla and the darlin' o' Dunkeld. See the white rose in his bonnet, see his banner o'er the Tay. His guid sword he now has drawn it and has flung the sheath away.
Every faithful Murray follows, first of heroes, best of men Every true and trusty Stuart blythely leaves his native glen. Atholl lads are lads of honour, westland rogues are rebels a' When we come within their border we may gar the Campbells' claw.
Menzies, he's our friend and brother, Gask and Strowan arnae slack. Noble Perth has ta'en the field and a' the Drummonds at his back. Let us ride wi' gallant Murray, let us fight for Charlie's crown. From the right we'll never sinder till the tyrants are brought down.
MacIntosh, the gallant soldier wi' the Grahams and Gordons gay, They have ta'en the field of honour spite of all their chiefs could say. Bend the musket, point the rapier, shift the brogue for hielan' shoe Scour the dirk and face the danger, MacIntosh has all to do.
Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray, wha will ride for Geordie's sel'? He's the flower o' Glenisla and the darlin' o' Dunkeld. See the white rose in his bonnet, see his banner o'er the Tay. His guid sword he now has drawn it and has flung the sheath away.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
