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 Fy, Donald, up, and let's awa,

We canna langer parley,

When Jamie's back is at the wa’—

The lad we lo'e sae dearly.

We'll go—we'll go and meet the foe,

And fling the plaid, and swing the blade,

And forward dash, and hack, and slash,

And fleg the German carlie.

The standard, &c.

There's ne'er a nook in a’ the land

King William rules sae well,

There's naething half sae canty, grand,

As blythe Dumbarton's dell;

And would you spier the reason why,

The truth I'll fairly tell,

A winsome lassock lives hard by

Dumbarton's bonnie dell.

Up by yon glen Loch Lomond laves,

Where bold Macgregors dwell;

And bogles dance o'er heroes' graves,

There lives Dunbarton's belle.

She's blest with every charm in life,

And this I know full well—

I'll ne'er be happy till my wife

Is blythe Dumbarton's belle.