Cnoc an Tursa - The Standard on the Braes o’Mar lyrics

The standard on the Braes o’ Mar Is up and streaming rarely The gathering pipe on Lochnagar Is sounding long and sairly. The Highland men From hill and glen In martial hue With bonnets blue, With belted plaids And burnished blades Are coming late and early. Wha wadna join our noble chief The Drummond and Glengarry McGregor, Murray, Rollo, Keith, Panmure and Gallant Harry Fy! Donald, up and let’s awa, We canna langer parley, When Jammie’s back is at the wa’ The lad we lo’e sae dearly, We’ll go, we’ll go, And seek the foe And fling the plaid, And swing the blade, And forward dash, And hack and slash, And fley the German carlie! Wha wadna join our noble chief The Drummond and Glengarry And through the pa** came brave Lochiel, Panmure and Gallant Murray. Our prince has made a noble vow, To free his country fairly, Then wha would be a traitor now, To ane we lo’e sae dearly, We’ll go, we’ll go and seek the foe By land or sea, wheree’er they be, Then man to man, and in the van, We’ll win or die for Charlie. McDonald’s men Clan Ran*ld’s men Mckenzie’s men McGillvary’s men Strathallan’s men The Lowlan’ men Of Callender and Airly