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 He’ll quickly see Donald M'Donald, Wi’ his Highlandmen a' in a row. Guns and pistols, and a’, Pistols and guns, and a’. He’ll quickly see Donald M'Donald, Wi guns and pistols, and a’.

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

And oh! I would earnestly press him, The keys o’ the East to retain; For should he gie up the possession, We’d soon hae to force them again; Than yield up na inch wi’ dishonour, Tho’ it were my finishing blow, When he may depend on M’Donald, Wi’ his Highlandmen a’ in a row, Knees and elbows, and a’; Elbows and knees, and a'; Depend upon Donald M’Donald, Wi’s knees and elbows, and a’.