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March, march,
Ettrick and Teviotdale,
Why the deil dinna ye march
forward in order!
March, march, Eskdale and
Liddesdale,
All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the
Border.
Many a banner spread,
Flutters above your
head,
Many a crest that is famous in story.
Mount and make ready then,
Sons of the mountain
glen,
Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish
glory.
Come from the hills where your hirsels
are grazing,
Come from the glen of the buck and the
roe;
Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing,
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.
Trumpets are sounding,
War-steeds are bounding,
Stand to your arms, then, and march in good order;
England shall many a day
Tell of the bloody fray,
When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border.
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