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26 was made by the smiths of the race of Macphedran! Come on, Macduff!" And now a shopkeeper has filled his window with royal Stuart tartans, and I am instantly a Jacobite. The Highland clans wi' sword in hand,
 * Frae John o' Groat's to Airly,

Hae to a man declar'd to stand
 * Or fa' wi' Royal Charlie.

Come through the heather, around him gather, Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' thegither, And crown your rightfu', lawfu' king, For wha'll be king but Charlie?"

It is the eve of the battle of Prestonpans. Is it not under the Rock of Dunsappie on yonder Arthur's Seat that our Highland army will encamp to-night? At dusk the prince will hold a council of his chiefs and nobles (I am a chief and a noble), and at daybreak we shall march through the old hedgerows and woods of Duddingston, pipes playing and colors flying, bonnie Charlie at the head, his claymore drawn and the scabbard flung away! (I mean awa'!) Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, And be 't complete an' early; His very name my heart's blood warms To arms for Royal Charlie! Come through the heather, around him gather, Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' thegither, And crown your rightfu', lawfu' king, For wha'll be king but Charlie?"

I hope that those in authority will never attempt