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 Guns and pistols an’ a’, Pistols and guns, and a’. He'll quickly see Donald M'Donald, Wi' guns and pistols an' a’.

What tho’ we befriended young Charlie, To tell it I dinna think shame Poor lad he came to us but barely, And reckoned our mountains his hame. It’s true that our reason forbade us But tenderness carried the day: Had Geordie came friendless amang us, Wi' him we had a’ gane away. Sword and buckler, and a’, Buckler and sword, an' a’; For George we'll encounter the deevil, Wi’ sword and buckle, and a’.

And oh ! I wad earnestly press him, The keys o’ the east to retain; For should he gi’e up the possession, We’d soon hae to force them again Than yield up ae inch wi’ dishonour, Tho’ it were my finishing blow, When he may depend on McDonald, Wi' his Highland men a' in a row.