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March, march ! wliy the deil clinna ye march ?
Stand to your arms, my lads ; fight in good order.
Front about, ye musketeers all,
Till ye come to the English border.
Stand till 't and fight like men,
True gospel to maintain ;
The parliament 's blythe to see us a-coming —
[The bishops, a popish breed,
When you have crossed the Tweed,
Will faint to hear your sanctified drumming. 1 ]
March, march ! &c.
When to the kirk we come,
We '11 purge it ilka room,
1 The lines within brackets are modern.

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