Fuigheall - Cnoc An Tursa

Did we not beat,

But recently,

John Cope at Prestonpans,

His infantry,

Four thousand strong,

And all the cavalry he had?

With ninety score militiamen

Picked from the mighty Gaels.

We killed them and

We captured them

With clashing of claymore.

O, waken up

Full mightily

Kindled with wrathful fire.

And show them that

Thy steel’s still keen

In one more battle dire!

O, rise again

With spirits high,

And sharp swords in your hands.

Wipe every dirty rebel out

Who takes King George’s side!

Regiments of Prince Charles Stewart

Let us draw close our ranks.

Well sworded, shielded,

Keen to march

Under our flying flags.

For all we’ve suffered

At their hands,

Hanging, beheadings, loot,

Come, let us take our full revenge

As we would always do.

Remnant that

Remains of us,

Let us close up our ranks.

With courage and

With firm resolve

To make our last attempt.

Determined ne’er

Again to turn

Our backs upon our foes!

Let’s rise for the crown’s true heir.

Now is his only hour!

Did not the Roman

Cesars fail

To conquer us in war?

And shall we then

Allow these beasts

To down us with their blows?

Come, summon up

Your mighty strength,

O warlike Scotia’s sons!

Let us revenge

On George’s folk

The royal blood of clans.

Rise again

With spirits high,

And sharp swords in your hands.

Wipe every dirty rebel out

Who takes King George’s side!

Did we not beat,

But recently,

John Cope at Prestonpans,

His infantry,

Four thousand strong,

And all the cavalry he had?

With ninety score militiamen

Picked from the mighty Gaels.

We killed them and we captured them

With clashing of claymore.

Waken up

Full mightily

Kindled with wrathful fire.

And show them that

Thy steel’s still keen

In one more battle dire!