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Such our love of liberty, our country, and our Imvs^
That like our ancestors of old, we stand by freedom's
cause ;
Well bravely fight, like heroes bold, for hoyiour and
applause,
And defy the French, with all their art, to alter our
laws.
No effeminate customs our sinews unbrace.
No luxurious tables enervate our race ;
Our loud-sounding pipe bears the true martial strain,
^o do we the old Scottish valour retain.
Such our love, &c.
We're taill as the oak on the mount of the vale.
Are swift as the roe which the hound doth assail ;
As the full-moon in autumn our shields do appear,
Minerva would dread to encounter our spear.
Such our love, &c.
As 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,
X)ash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes.
Such our love, &c.
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 coimsels be wise, and our commerce increase ;
And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find,
I'hat our friends still prove true, and our beauties
prove kind.