| Every faithful Murray follows |
| First of heroes, best of men |
| Every true and trusty Stewart |
| Blythly leaves his native glen |
| Athole lads are lads of honour |
| Wstland rogues are rebels a' |
| When we come within the border |
| We may gar the Cambells claw |
| Wha will ride with Gallant Murray |
| Wha will ride with Geordie’s sel? |
| He’s the flower of a Glenisla |
| And the darling of Dunkel |
| See the white rose in his bonnet |
| See his banner o’er the Tay |
| His good sword he now has drawn it And he’s flung the sheath away |
| Menzies, he’s our friend and brother |
| Gask and Strowan are nac slack |
| Noble Perth has ta’en the field |
| And a' the Drummonds at his back |
| Let us ride with Gallant Murray |
| Let us fight for Cherlic’s crown |
| From the right we’ll never sinder |
| Till we bring the tyrants down |
| Macintosh, the gallant soldier |
| With the Grahams and Gordons gay |
| They have ta’en the field of honour |
| Spite of all their chiefs could say |
| Point the musket, bend the rapier |
| Shift the brog for Lowland shoc |
| Scour the durk and face the danger |
| Macintosh has all to do |