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Wi' death warsling dourly, his faes bravely scatterin'
The sword o' a sodger his arm down a wield.
The sword o' a sodger his arm down a wield.
'But here tho' he wanders, wi' eild heavy laden,
And joyless gaes hirplin' down life's briery brae,
He ance strade to glory, through blood bravely wadin'
Whar great Abercromby, his chief, led the way.
Illustrious leader! now stalking wi' heroes
Wha bled for our country, our king, and our laws,
When Freedom unfurls her banner be near us,
And rouse Scottish valour to stand in her cause.
And joyless gaes hirplin' down life's briery brae,
He ance strade to glory, through blood bravely wadin'
Whar great Abercromby, his chief, led the way.
Illustrious leader! now stalking wi' heroes
Wha bled for our country, our king, and our laws,
When Freedom unfurls her banner be near us,
And rouse Scottish valour to stand in her cause.
'By thee led to victory, the sodger undaunted,
In wild transport fir'd at the loud shouts o' war,
O,er heaps rush'd to glory, the breach boldly mounted,
Though death arm'd wi' terror, his courage to scaur.
Auld Scotia may lang on the heath wander cheerless,
And mourn as she sits by the sad sounding wave,
The prime o’ her warriors intrepid and fearless,
The brave Abercrombie, lies cauld in the grave!
In wild transport fir'd at the loud shouts o' war,
O,er heaps rush'd to glory, the breach boldly mounted,
Though death arm'd wi' terror, his courage to scaur.
Auld Scotia may lang on the heath wander cheerless,
And mourn as she sits by the sad sounding wave,
The prime o’ her warriors intrepid and fearless,
The brave Abercrombie, lies cauld in the grave!
