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 March on, march on to the brazen trumpet's sound!

How quickly in battle array

Each brave Highland chief assembles his men,

And they march to the bagpipe to gay

Here's success, &c.









Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder!

The rain a deluge showers!

The clouds were rent asunder

By lightning's vivid powers!

The night both drear and dark,

Our poor devoted bark,

Till next day,

There she lay,

In the Bay of Biscay O!

Now dash'd upon the billow,

Our opening timbers creak;

Each fears a watery pillow,