1. With hearts of nerve, that never swerve
   When duty calls to arms,
   These noble lads, with kilts and plaids,
   They fear not war's alarms ;
   For on the field they ne'er will yield,
   But battle with the foe,
   And wave our glorious banner there,
   Though blood shall freely flow.
   And wave our glorious banner there,
   Though blood shall freely flow.
   

2. 'Mid clash of steel, or bugle's peal,
   Or death's relentless flight,
   Where cannons boom, and settling gloom,
   Shall veil them from our sight;
   But when the smoke its pall has broke,
   The Seventy-ninth will be
   Victorious 'neath the Stars and Stripes,
   The emblem of the Free !
   Victorious 'neath the Stars and Stripes,
   The emblem of the Free !
   

3. Though Wallace sleeps, his memory keeps
   Their courage firm and true;
   And Bruce we find, is there enshrined,
   While all his laurels strew
   Their path that leads through daring deeds,
   To glory and to fame;
   For Freedom with our noble Scots
   Is still a glowing flame.
   For Freedom with our noble Scots
   Is still a glowing flame.
   

4. And as they come, with tap of drum,
   When war shall cease its roar,
   A happy throng with festive song
   Will welcome and adore;
   While many a lass will hand a glass,
   And sing with merry glee
   The praise of those who nobly fought
   The battles of the Free.
   The praise of those who nobly fought
   The battles of the Free.
   

1. Sons of Freedom, now arise!
   Let your anthems rend the skies;
   Shout: We will not lose the prize
   Of Union and right.
   
   CHORUS:
   Rebels, who our Flag have spurned,
   Have our just abhorrence earned,
   Our Union shall not be o'erturned
   By these arrant Knaves.
   

2. No, we will not yield our right!
   For it we will boldly fight,
   And shew the Traitors we have might,
   And will to wield it too.
   

   CHORUS: Rebels, who ...

3. Youthful hearts, with valor fraught,
   By your Sainted Leader taught
   To fight for Liberty and Right,
   Onward to victory go!
   

   CHORUS: Rebels, who ...

4. See your Brothers brave laid low
   By the bold assassin's blow:
   Arise! equip! to battle go
   For victory! ... or death!..
   

   CHORUS: Rebels, who ...

5. Lay the subtle plotters low,
   Make them to your rigor bow..
   Laurels, then, shall crown your brow,
   And Heaven approve!
   

   CHORUS: Rebels, who ...

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