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Gathering of Atholl

WHA will ride wi’ gallant Murray?
  Wha will ride wi’ Geordie’s fel’?
He ’s the flow’r o’ a’ Glenisla,
  And the darlin o’ Dunkel’.
See the white rose in his bonnet!
  See his banner o’er the Tay!
His gude 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 Stewart
  Blithely leaves his native glen.
Atholl lads are lads of honor,
  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 are nae 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 we bring the tyrants down.

Mackintosh, the gallant soldier,
  Wi’ the Grahams and Gordons gay,
They have ta’en the field of honor,
  Spite of all their chiefs could say.
Bend the musket, point the rapier,
  Shift the brog for Lowland shoe,
Scour the durk, and face the danger;
  Mackintosh has all to do.

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