The Standard on the Braes O Mar - Cnoc An Tursa

The standard on the Braes o' Mar

Is up and streaming rarely

The gathering pipe on Lochnagar

Is sounding long and sairly.

The Highland men

From hill and glen

In martial hue

With bonnets blue.

With belted plaids

And burnished blades

Are coming late and early.

Wha wadna join our noble chief

The Drummond and Glengarry

McGregor, Murray, Rollo, Keith,

Panmure and Gallant Harry.

Fy!

Donald, up and let’s awa.

We canna langer parley.

When Jammie’s back is at the wa'

The lad we lo’e sae dearly.

We’ll go, we’ll go.

And seek the foe

And fling the plaid,

And swing the blade,

And forward dash,

And hack and slash,

And fley the German carlie!

Wha wadna join our noble chief

The Drummond and Glengarry

And through the pass came brave Lochliel,

Panmure and gallant Murray.

Our prince has made a noble vow,

To free his country fairly.

Then wha would be a traitor now,

To ane we lo’e sae dearly.

We’ll go, we’ll go and seek the foe,

By land or sea, wheree’er they be.

Then man to man and in the van,

We’ll win or die for Charlie.

McDonald’s men

ClanRanaid’s men

Mckenzie’s men

McGillvary’s men

Strathallan’s men

The Lowlan' men

Of Callender and Airly.

McDonald’s men

ClanRanaid’s men

Mckenzie’s men

McGillvary’s men

Strathallan’s men

The Lowlan' men

Of Callender and Airly.