The Atholl Gathering

Wha will ride wi’ gallant Murray? Wha will ride with Geordie‘s sel’?

He‘s the flo’er o’ Glen Isla and the darlin’ o’ Dunkeld

See the white rose in his bunnet see his banner o’er the Tay

His guid sword he now has drawn it and has flung the sheath away

Every faithfu’ Murray follows

First of heroes, best of men

Every true and trusty Stewart Blythely leaves his native glen

Atholl lads are lads of honour Westland rogues are rebels a’ when we come within their border we may gar the Campbell‘s claw

Menzies he’s our friend and brother Gask and Strowan are nae slack

Noble Perth has ta‘en the field and a’ the Drummonds at his back

Let us ride wi‘ gallant Murray Let us fight for Charlie’s crown

From the right we‘ll never sinder, til the tyrants are brought down

MacIntosh the gallant sodger Wi’ the Grahams and Gordons gay

They have ta‘en the field o’ honour in spite of all their chiefs could say

Point the musket, bend the rapier shift the brog for Lowland shoe

Scour the durk and face the danger MacIntosh has all to do