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 Wi' death warsliag dourly, his faes bravely scatterin'
 * The sword o' a sodger his arm down a wield.

'But here tho' he wanders, wi' eild heavy laden,
 * And joyless gaes hirplin' down life's briery brae,

He ance strade to glory, through blood bravely wadin'
 * Whar great Abercromby, his chief, led the way.

Illustrious leader! now stalking wi' heroes
 * Wha bled for our country, our king, and our laws,

When Freedom unfurls her banner be near n'
 * And rouse Scottish valour to stand in her cause.

'By thee led to victory, the sodger undaunted,
 * In wild transport fir'd at the loud shouts o' war,

O,er heaps rush'd to glory, the breach boldly mounted,
 * Though death arm'd wi' terror, his courage to scaur.

Auld Scotia may lang on the heath wander cheerless,
 * And mourn as she sits by the sad sounding wave,

The prime o’ her warriors intrepid and fearless,
 * The brave Abercrombie, lies cauld in the grave!