Rise, Rise

Rise, rise, lowland and highland men Bald sire and beardless son each come and early Rise, rise, mainland and island man Belt on your broadsword, 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 big chief and vassal come Loudly on war pipe the pibrochs are pealing Rise, rise, lowland and highland men Bald sire and beardless son each come and early Rise, rise, mainland and island man Belt on your broadsword, fight for Prince Charlie Men o' the mountains descendants of heroes Heirs o' 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 has been blunting the armor of Alba Seize them ye hieland Macs buckler and battleaxe Sons o' Lochaber Braemar and Breadalbane Rise, rise, lowland and highland men Bald sire and beardless son each come and early Rise, rise, mainland and island man Belt on your broadsword, fight for Prince Charlie When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward When did the bonnie blue crest the disloyal Up then and crowd to the standard of Stuart Follow your hero the rightful and royal Come chief o' Clanranald and gallant MacDonald Lovat Lochiel with the Grant and the Gordon Rouse every kilted clan rouse every loyal man Musket on shoulder and tie the broadsword on Rise, rise, lowland and highland men Bald sire and beardless son each come and early Rise, rise, mainland and island man Belt on your broadsword, fight for Prince Charlie