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UP AND WARN A’, WILLIE.
Up and warn a’ Wille,
Warn, warn a’;
To hear my canty Highland sang
Relate the thing I saw, Wille.
When we gaed to the braes o’ Mar,
And to the weapon-shaw, Willie,
Wi’ true design to serve our king
And banish Whigs awa’, Willie.
Up and warn a’, Willie.
Warn, warn a’;
For lords and lairds cam here bedeen,
And wow but they were braw, Willie.
But when the standard was set up,
Right fierce the wind did blaw, Willie;
The royal nit upon the tap
Down to the ground did fa’, Willie,
Up and warn a’ Willie,
Warn, warn a’;
Then second sighted Sandy said,
We’d do nae gude at a’, Willie.
