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IN the garb of old Gaul, wi‘ the fire of old Rome From the heath cover’d mountains of Scotia we come, Where the Romans endeavourd our country to gain But our ancestors fought & they fought not in vain.

Such our love of liberty— our country and our laws That like our ancestors of old we stand by freedoms cause, We’ll bravely fight like heroes bold for honour and applause, And defy the French, with all their art, for to alter our laws.

No effeminate customs our sinews unbace, No luxurious tables enervate our race Our loud-sounding pipe bears the true martial strain So do we the old Scottish valour retain. Such our love, &c.