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6 Ad' Kenmure’s lord's the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw.

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 hand.

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 Kenmure's lads are men, Willie, O Kenmure lads are men; Their hearts are swords o' metal true, And that their faes shall ken.

They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie, Then’ll live or die wi' fame; But soon wi' sounding victoric 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 love best, The rose that's like the snaw.