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Ilraxr tlie Svrord^ ScotLaud!
As sun«[ by Miss C. FISHEE.
Draw the sword, Scotland ! Scotland ! Scotland!
O'er moor and o'er mountain hath pass'd the war
sign:
The pibroch is pealing, pealing, pealing.
Who heeds not the summons is nae son o' thine.
The clans tliey are gathering, gathering, gathering,
The clans they are gathering, by loch and by lea*
Phc banners they are flying, flying, flying.
The banners they are flying that lead to victory
Draw the sword, Scotland ! Scotland ! Scotland !
Charge as ye have charged in days lang syne
Sound to the onset! onset! onset!
He who but falters is nae son o' thine !
Sheath tlie sword, Scotland ! Scotland I Scotland!
Sheath the sword. Scotland ! for dimm'd is its shine
Thy foemen are flying; flying, flying,
And who kens nae mercy is nae son o' thine.
The struggle is over, over, over.
The struggle is over, the victory won :
I'here are tears for the fallen, fallen, fallen.
And glory for all who their duty have done.
Sheath the sword, Scotland J Scotland ! Scotland !
With thy loved thistle new laurels entwine :
Time ne'er shall part them, part them, part tliem.
But hand down tlie garland to each son o' thine
Iligliland Mary.
As sung by Mr. SINCLAIR.
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around,
The castle of Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flciwers,
Your waters never drumlie ;