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As the full moon in autumn our shields do appear;
Minerva would dread to encounter our spear.
  Such our love, &c.

As a storm in the ocean, when Boreas blowing,
So are we enrag’d when we rush on our foes:
We sons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks,
Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes.
  Such our love, etc.

Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France,
In their troops fondly boasted till we did advance,
But when our claymores they saw us produce,
Their courage did fail and they sued for a truce.
  Such our love, etc.

In the realm may the faction of fury long cease,
May our councils be wise, and our commerce increase,
And in Scotia’s cold climate may each of us find,
That our friends still prove true, and our beauties prove kind.
  Then we'll defend our liberty, our country, and our laws,
  And bring up our posterity to fight in freedom’s cause;
  That they, like our ancestors bold, for honour and applause,