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O, Baillie Na Cortie! thy turrets are tall, / Descried from their top is the oncoming foe; / Though numerous the warriors that watch on thy wall, / Thy hope and thy trust are in Grasach Abo.
O, Baillie Na Cortie! thy chieftains abound / With courage no dangers can ever lay low; / In the day of the fight can their equals be found, / When is roared to the heaven's heights Grasach Abo?