Fuigheall

Did we not
Beat, but recently, John Cope and Prestonpans
His infantry
Four thousand strong, and all the cavalry he had?
With ninety score
Militiamen picked from the mighty Gaels
We killed them and we captured them
With clashing of claymore.

O, waken up
Full mightily
Kindled with wrathful fire
And show them that thy steel's still keen
In one more battle dire!

O, rise again
With spirits high
And sharp swords in your hands
Wipe every dirty rebel out
Who takes King George's side!

Regiments of Prince Charles Stuart
Let us draw close our ranks
Well sworded, shielded
Keen to march (gang vocals)
Under our flying flags
For all we've suffered
At their hands (gang vocals)
Hangings, beheadings, loot
Come, let us take our full revenge
As we would always do.

Remnant that
Remains of us, let us close up our ranks
With courage and
With firm resolve
To make our last attempt
Determined ne'er
Again to turn our backs upon our foes!
Let's rise for the crown's true heir
Now is his only hour!
Did not the Roman
Caesars fail
To conquer us in war?
And shall we then
Allow these beasts
To down us with their blows?
Come, summon up
Your mighty strength, O warlike Scotia's
sons!
Let us revenge on George's folk
The royal blood of clans.