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Rh a storm in the ocean when Boreas blows So are we enrag’d when we rush on our foes; We sons of the mountains tremendous as rocks Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes, Such our love &c.

Quebec & Cape Breton the pride of old France In their troops fondly boasted till we did abvance 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 & our commerce increase, And in Scotias cold climate may each of us find. That our friends still prove true & our beauties prove kind.

Then we’ll defend our liberty, our country,and our laws, And teach our late posterity to fight in fredoms cause That they like our ancestors bold, for honour and applause May defy the French & Spaniards to alter our laws.

Wha wadna fight for Charlie? Wha wadna draw the sword?