Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray
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Wha will ride for Geordie's sel'
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He's the flower o' Glen Isla
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And the darlin' o' Dunkeld
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See the white rose in his bonnet
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See his banner o'er the Tay
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His guid sword he now has drawn it
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And has flung his sheath away
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Every faithfu' Murray follows
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First of heroes, best of men
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Every true and trusty Stewart
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Blythely leaves his native glen
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Athol lads are lads of honour
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Westland rogues are rebels a'
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When we come within their border
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We may gar the Campbell's claw
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Menzies he's our friend and brother
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Gask and Strowan are nae slack
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Noble Perth has ta'en the field
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And a' the Drummonds at his back
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Let us ride wi' gallant Murray
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Let us fight for Charlie's crown
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From the right we'll never sinder
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Til we bring the tyrants down
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MacIntosh the gallant sodger
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Wi' the Grahams and Gordons gay
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They have ta'en the field of honour
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Spite of all their chiefs could say
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Point the musket Bend the rapier
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Shift the brog for Lowland shoe
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Scour the durk and face the danger
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MacIntosh has all to do
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Repeat first verse
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Gallant Murray (Gathering Of Athole) / The White Rose
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Andy M. Stewart |