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 Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie!

Success to Kenmure’s band!

There’s no a heart that fears a whig,

That rides by Kenmure’s band.

Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie,

Here's Kenmure’s health in wine;

There ne’er was a coward of Kenmure’s blude,

Nor yet of Gordon’s line.

O Kemnure’s lads are men, Willie,

O Kenmure’s lads are men;

Their hearts and swords are metal tree.

And that their faes shall ken.

They'll live or die wi’ fame, Willie,

They’ll live or die wi’ fame;

But soon wi’ sounding victorie

May Kenmure’s lord come hame.

Here’s Him that’s far awa Willie,

Here’s Him that’s far awa ;

And here’s the flower that I lo’e best,

The rose that’s like the snaw.

