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He’ll quickly see Donald M'Donald,
Wi’ his Highlandmen a' in a row.
Guns and pistols, and a’,
Pistols and guns, and a’.
He’ll quickly see Donald M'Donald,
Wi guns and pistols, and a’.
What tho’ we befriendit young Charlie,
To tell it I dinna think shame,
Poor lad, he came to us but barely,
And reckoned our mountains his hame.
Its true that our reason forbade us,
But tenderness carried the day:
Had Geordie come friendless amang us,
Wi’ him we had a’ gane awa’.
Sword and buckler, and a’;
Buckler and sword, and a'
For George we’ll encounter the devil,
Wi sword and buckler, and a’.
And oh! I would earnestly press him,
The keys o’ the East to retain;
For should he gie up the possession,
We’d soon hae to force them again;
Than yield up na inch wi’ dishonour,
Tho’ it were my finishing blow,
When he may depend on M’Donald,
Wi’ his Highlandmen a’ in a row,
Knees and elbows, and a’;
Elbows and knees, and a';
Depend upon Donald M’Donald,
Wi’s knees and elbows, and a’.
