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O Rab an' Dave an' rantin' Jim, / The geans were turnin' reid / When Scotland saw yer line grow dim, / Wi' the pipers at its heid; / Noo, i' yon warld we dinna ken, / Like strangers ye maun gang -- / "We've sic a wale[1] o' Angus men" / "That we canna weary lang."
An' little Wat -- my brither Wat -- / Man, are ye aye the same? / Or is yon sma' white hoose forgot / Doon by the strath at hame? / An' div' ye mind foo aft we trod / The Isla's banks before? -- / -- "My place is wi' the Hosts o' God," / "But I mind me o' Strathmore."
It's daith comes skirling through the sky, / Below there's naucht but pain, / We canna see whaur deid men lie / For the drivin' o' the rain; / Ye a' hae passed frae fear an' doot. / Ye're far frae airthly ill -- / -- "We're near, we're here, my wee recruit," / "An' we fecht for Scotland still."