Lyrics Rise, Rise - The Corries

Rise, Rise

Rise!
Rise!
Lowland and Highland men
Bals Sire and beardless son, each come, and early:
Rise!
Rise!
Mainland and Island men
Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie!
Doon from the mountain steep
Up from the valley deep
Out from the clacan, the bothy, and shieling
Bugle and battle-drum
Bid chief and vassal come
Loudly on bagpipes the pibroch are pealing
II
Men of the mountains descendants of hereos!
Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers-
Say, shall the Sassenach southron not fear us
When fierce the war-peal each plaides clan gathers?
Long on the trophied walls
Of our ancestral halls
Rust has been blumting the armour of Albin:
Seize them, ye Mountain Macs
Buckler and battle-axe
Lads of Lochaber, Breamar and Breadalbine
III
When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward?
When did the bonnet blue crest the disloyal?
Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuard!
Follo your hero, the rightful the royal
Come, Chief o’Clanronald
And gallant M’Donald
Lovat, Lochiel, with the Grant, and the Gordon
Rouse every kilted clan
Rouse every loyal men
Musket on shoulder, and tight the broadsword on!
Wieder ein Lied, das mit dem Krieg zu tun hat, der Text ist ein Aufruf an alle
Schotten, sich anzuschließen und für die Freiheit, ihr Land und ihren König
Bonnie Prince Charlie zu kämpfen