In vain thy lads around thee bandy,
Inflam'd with bagpipe and with brandy.
Doth not bold Sutherland the trusty,
With heart so true, and voice so rusty,
(A loyal soul) thy troops affright,
While hoarsely he demands the fight?
Do'st thou not gen'rous Ilay dread,
The bravest hand, the wisest head?
Undaunted do'st thou hear th' alarms
Of hoary Athol sheath'd in arms?