THE BLUE BONNETS O'ER THE BORDER.
March, march, Ettrick and Tiviotdale!
Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order!
March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,
A' the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.
Many a banner spread,
Flutters above your head,
Many a crest that is famous in story.
Mount and make ready then,
Sons of the mountain glen,
Fight for the Queen, and your old Scottish glory,
March, march, let us a' march,
Ye bold sons of Scotia, march in good order;
March, march, let us a' march,
For a' the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.
March, march, ye sons of Dumfriesshire,
Nithsdale and Annandale, march in good order;
March, march, Wigton and Gallowa',
Fallow your Chieftains that's bound for the Border,
The Claymore is drawn now,
Scotia's sons bend the bow,
Let not the proud foe put you in disorder;
Who would not risk his life,
And share in the bloody strife,
'Mang the Blue Bonnets that's bound for the Border.
March, march, &c.
