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 And rush on those desperate men: Like a lion I’ll fight. That my spear now so bright May soon turn to a ploughshare again.





O Kenmure’s on and awa Willie, O Kenmure’s on and awa, An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw.

Success to Kenmure s band, Willie, Success to Kenmure’s band; There’s not a heart that fears a Whig, That rides by Kenmure’s band.

Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine; There ne’er was a coward o’ Keumure’s blude Nor yet of Gordon’s line.

O Kenmure’s lads are men, Willie, O Kenmure's lads are men, Their hearts and swords are metal true, And that their foes shall ken.

They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie, They’ll live or die wi' fame , But soon wi' sounding victory, Kenmure’s lord come hame!