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T heath-cock craw’d o’er muir and dale; Red raiſe the fun o’er diſtant vale; Our Northern Clans, wi’ dinſome yell, Around their Chiefs were gathering.

O Duncan are ye ready yet, McDonald are ye ready yet, O Frafer the ye ready yet To join the Clans in the morning?

On youder hills our Clans appear, The fun back frae their ſpears ſhine clear; The Southren trumps falls on my ear; ’Twill be an awfu’ morning! O Duncan are ye ready yet? &c.

The Prince is come, to claim his ain, A ſtem o’ Stewart’s glorious name; What Highlander his ſword wad hain For Charlie’s cauſe this morning? O Duncan are ye ready yet? &c.

Nae mair we’ll chaſe the fleet fleet roe, O’er downie glen, or mountain brow. But ruſh like tempeſt on the foe. Wi’ ſword and targe this morning! O Duncan are ye ready yet? &c.