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Fy, Donald, up, and let's awa,
We canna langer parley,
When Jamie's back is at the wa’—
The lad we lo'e sae dearly.
We'll go—we'll go and meet the foe,
And fling the plaid, and swing the blade,
And forward dash, and hack, and slash,
And fleg the German carlie.
The standard, &c.
DUMBARTON'S BONNIE DELL.
There's ne'er a nook in a’ the land
King William rules sae well,
There's naething half sae canty, grand,
As blythe Dumbarton's dell;
And would you spier the reason why,
The truth I'll fairly tell,
A winsome lassock lives hard by
Dumbarton's bonnie dell.
Up by yon glen Loch Lomond laves,
Where bold Macgregors dwell;
And bogles dance o'er heroes' graves,
There lives Dunbarton's belle.
She's blest with every charm in life,
And this I know full well—
I'll ne'er be happy till my wife
Is blythe Dumbarton's belle.
