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Your clans they can front it and flank it,
As weel as we lads o' the South ;
Tho' Camerons, braw lads ! took the gumples,
And wadna own Geordie ava^,
Yet they'll hazard their necks and their rumples,
To chase the invaders awa.
Drums and trumpets and a',
Trumpets and drums and a' ;
They'll hazard their necks and their rumples,
To chase the invaders awa.
Yet dinna think we are less faithfu'
Than Donald's blue-banneted core,
Or yet o' our pallets mair laithfu',
Sude Frenchmen e'er land on our shore.
If e'er the tyrannical buckie,
A sword in our country sude draw,
We'll rally a', happie-go-luckie,
And chase the invaders awa.
Pikes and batons and a',
Batons and pikes and a' ;
We'll rattle the Corsican's shouthers
Wi' pikes and batons and a'.
Auld Scotland was never sae tipsy,
Nor strutted sae braw in her gear.
Sin' that time the Catholic gipsy
Held a' the hale kirks in a steer,

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