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The Kerrs and Murrays of renown,
The Keiths, Boyds and Hamiltons,
They brought their foes down to the ground,
And fought with bravery.
Sound, sound the music, sound it,
Let hills and dales resound it,
Fill up the glass and round wi't,
In praise of our heroes bold.
If Scotsmen were always true,
We'd make our enemies to rue,
But, alas! we're not all true blue,
As we were in the days of old.
JOHN HIGHLANDMAN'S REMARKS ON
GLASGOW
Her nainsel into Glasgow went,
An errand there to see't,
And she never saw a bonnier town
Standing on her feet.
For a' the houses that pe tere,
Was theekit wi' blue stane,
And a stane ladder to gang up,
No fa' to break her bones.
I gang upon a stany road,
A street they do him ca',
And when we seek the chapman's house,
His name be on the wa'.
