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We winna flench nor will we flee,
We winna flench, we winna flee,
We winna flench, we winna flee,
For fifty hundred fcore o’ ⟨them⟩.
We winna flench, we winna flee,
Until our vengeance glutted be,
And parties only live to see,
The gully made to gore ’em.
Why does this base usurper boast,
That he’ll invade our Brtish coast,
We’ll sha him Sodgers to his cost,
Was born lang before him.
He’ll find our Courage still the same,
We’ll turn his glory to his shame,
Our auld Claymore we’ll try again,
And Highland blood devour him.
He’ll find our courage still the same,
He’ll find our courage, find our courage,
He’ll find our courage still the same,
As when we last rang owr ’em.
Come come brave fellows let us join,
Let us invoke the Powers Divine,
To whet our spears to form the line,
And guard the field before him.
Then we’ll protect our King and cause,
Our lives, liberties and laws,
And they that winna join the cause,
Let all the world abhore ’em.
