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Ad' Kenmure’s lord's the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.
Success to Kenmure's band, Willie,
Success to Kenmure’s band;
There’s no a heart that fears a whig,
That rides by Kenmure’s hand.
Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine Willie,
Here’s Kenmure s health in wine
There ne'er was a coward of Kenmure’s blude
Nor yet of Gordon’s line.
O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie,
O Kenmure lads are men;
Their hearts are swords o' metal true,
And that their faes shall ken.
They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie,
Then’ll live or die wi' fame;
But soon wi' sounding victoric
May Kenmure's lord come hame.
Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie,
Here’s him that's far awa;
And here's the flower that I love best,
The rose that's like the snaw.
