A Patriotic song, or, Bonaparte will be here/A Patriotic song, or, Bonaparte will be here

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PATRIOTIC SONG,

Abstracted from the Aberdeen
Journal.

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Tune, Tillochgorum.

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COME a’ ye gallant Scottish swains,
Frae town and cottage, hills and plains,
Let every village beat to arms,
and join the warlike quorum.

For Bonaparte he’ll be here,
Bonaparte, Bonaparte,
For Bonparte he’ll be here,
The muckle devil fmore him.

For Bonaparte he’ll be here,
He winna leave us horfe nor mare,
He’ll take our other gaun gear,
and drive them a’ before him.

But let us true and faithful stand,
With heart to heart, and hand to hand,
Then let the rascals try to land,
We fall be there before ’em.

We winna flench nor will we flee,
We winna flench, we winna flee,
We winna flench, we winna flee,
For fifty hundred fcore o’ ⟨them⟩.

We winna flench, we winna flee,
Until our vengeance glutted be,
And parties only live to see,
The gully made to gore ’em.

Why does this base usurper boast,
That he’ll invade our Brtish coast,
We’ll sha him Sodgers to his cost,
Was born lang before him.

He’ll find our Courage still the same,
We’ll turn his glory to his shame,
Our auld Claymore we’ll try again,
And Highland blood devour him.

He’ll find our courage still the same,
He’ll find our courage, find our courage,
He’ll find our courage still the same,
As when we last rang owr ’em.

Come come brave fellows let us join,
Let us invoke the Powers Divine,
To whet our spears to form the line,
And guard the field before him.

Then we’ll protect our King and cause,
Our lives, liberties and laws,
And they that winna join the cause,
Let all the world abhore ’em.

Come a’ brave fellows north about,
Most Noble Huntly calls you out,
Come to his Standard, never doubt,
The Noble Youth's before you.

Most Noble Huntly, great in fame,
Noble Huntly, Noble Huntly,
Most Noble ⟨Huntly⟩, great in fame,
And great in warlike story.

Most Noble Huntly, great in fame,
May ⟨future feats⟩ confirm the same,
And ⟨virtuous deeds⟩ enrol thy name,
In never fading glory.