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 Let now the proud foe put you in disorder! Who dares to risk his life, And share the bloody strife, 'Mong the Blue Bonnets that's bound for the Border, March, march, let us a' march, &c.

Great were the deeds that your forefathers wrought, Which still are recorded in history's story; And dear was the victory our enemies bought, When a' the Blue Bonnets were led on to glory. Then let us revenge our wrongs, Claim what to us belongs ; Ages unborn yet shall be our recorder, When Scotia's sons leal and true, Plumb'd in their bonnets blue, Conquer'd the foe that usurp'd on the Border! March, march, let us a' march, &c.

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come frae the glen of the buck and the roe! Come to the craig where the beacon is blazing! Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow ! When trumpets are sounding, War steeds are bounding, Stand to your arms then, and march in good order ; England shall many a day, Tell of the bloody fray, When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border. March, march, let us a' march, &c.