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 They brought their foes down to the groand

And fought with bravery.

Sound, sound the music, sound it,

Let hills and dates resound it,

Fill up the glass and round wit,

In praise of our heroes bold.

If Scotsmen were always true,

We'd make our enemies to rue,

But alas! we're not all true blue,

As we were in days of old.

Her nainsel into Glasgow went,

An errand there to see't,

And she never saw a bonnier town

Standing on her feet.

For a' the houses that be tere

Was theekit wi' blue stane,

And a stane ladder to gang up,

No fa' to break her banes.

I gang upon a stany road,

A street they do him ca'

Aud when ine seek the chapman's house,

His name be on the wa’.

I gang to buy a snish tamback,

And standing at the corse,