Blue e'ed Mary/Kenmure's on and awa, Willie

O KENMURE’S ON AND AWA, WILLIE.

O Kenmure’s on and awa’; Willie,
⁠O Kenmure’s on and awa:
An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lord
⁠That ever Callaway saw.

Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie!
⁠Success to Kenmure’s band!
There’s no a heart that fears a whig,
⁠That rides by Kenmure’s band.

Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie,
⁠Here's Kenmure’s health in wine;
There ne’er was a coward of Kenmure’s blude,
⁠Nor yet of Gordon’s line.

O Kemnure’s lads are men, Willie,
⁠O Kenmure’s lads are men;
Their hearts and swords are metal tree.
⁠And that their faes shall ken.

They'll live or die wi’ fame, Willie,
⁠They’ll live or die wi’ fame;
But soon wi’ sounding victorie
⁠May Kenmure’s lord come hame.

Here’s Him that’s far awa Willie,
⁠Here’s Him that’s far awa ;
And here’s the flower that I lo’e best,
⁠The rose that’s like the snaw.

FINIS.