RISE!  RISE! 

Rise! Rise! Lowland and Highland men;
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early;
Rise! Rise! Mainland and island men,
Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie!
Down from the mountain steep,
Up from the valley deep,
Out from the clachan, the bothy, and shieling;
Bugle and battle - drum,
Bid chief and vassel come;
Loudly on bagpipe the pibroch are pealing-

Men on the mountains! Descendants of heroes!
Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers–
Say, shall the Sassenach southron not fear us,
When fierce to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers?
Long on the trophied walls
Of our ancestral halls
Rust hath been blunting the armour of Albin;
Seize, the, ye mountain Macs,
Buckler and battle-axe,
Lads of Lochaber, Braemar, and Breadalbine.

When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward!
When did the bonnet blue crest the disloyal?
Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart!
Follow your hero, the rightful, the royal.
Come, Chief of Clanronald,
And gallant M’Donald;
Come Lovat, Lochiel, with the Grant, and the Gordon;
Rouse every kilted clan,
Rouse every loyal man;
Musket on shoulder, and thigh the broad sword on!

Rise! Rise! Lowland and Highland men,
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early;
Belt on your borad swords and fight for Prince Charlie!


James Hogg