Rise! Rise! Lowland and Highland Men

Rise ! rise ! lowland and highland men ;
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early :
Rise ! rise ! mainland and island men,
Belt on your broad swords, and fight for Prince
Charlie !

Down from the mountain steep,
Up from the valley deep
Out from the clachan, the bothy, and sheeling ;
Bugle and battle-drum,
Bid chief and vassal come ;
Loudly our bagpipes the pibroch are pealing.

CHORUS.
Rise, rise, &c.

Men of 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 your ancestral halls
Rust hath been blunting the armour of Albin :
Seize, then, ye mountain Macs,
Buckler and battle-axe,
Lads of Lochaber, Brae- Mar, and Bredalbine.

CHORUS.
Rise, rise, &c.

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 Lovet, Lochiel, with the Grant and the Gordon ;
Rouse every kilted clan,
Rouse every loyal man ;
Musket on shoulder, and thigh the broad sword on !

CHORUS.
Rise ! rise ! lowland and highland men ;
Bald sire to beardless son, each come, and early ;
Rise ! rise ! mainland and island men,
Belt on your broad swords, and fight for Prince
Charlie !"