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 Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France,

In their troops fondly boasted till we did advance;

But when our claymores they saw us produce,

Their courage did fail, and they su'd for a truce.

Such our love, &c.

In our realm may the fury of faction long cease,

May our councils be wise, and our commerce increase;

And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find,

That our friends still prove true, and our beauties prove kind.

Then we'll defend our liberty, our country, and our laws,

And teach our late posterity to fight in freedom's cause;

That they, like our ancestors bold, for honour and applause,

May defy the French and Spaniards to alter our laws.

Wha wadna fight for Charlie?

Wha wadna draw the sword? Wha wadna up and rally

At the Royal Prince's word?

Think on Scotland's ancient heroes,

Think on foreign foes repell’d,

Think on glorious Bruce and Wallace,

Wha the proud usurper quell’d.

Then wha wadna fight, &c.