The foe is advancing; make ready,
Arise every son of the mountain and glen !
Rush on to the combat, and let the knaves ken
We’re sons of the soul –rousing thistle !
Rush on like the foam-crested billows
When lashing with fury our wild rocky shore !
The dear ones defending ye love and adore-
Heap fame on the soul- rousing thistle !
Rush on like the light’ning and
thunder of heaven,
When mountains majestic asunder are riven !
And give them the welcome your fathers have given
A’ foes of the soul-rousing thistle !
To tyrants bend never; our banner’s
A streamer of glory it waves o’er the world;
Though army on army against us be hurl’d,
Stand fast for the soul-raising thistle !
Now clansmen, for freedom, your
Wave, wave them on high o’er the dark purple heath,
Add laurels unrivall’d to honours bright wreath,
Staunch sons of the soul-raising thistle !
Then on, my blue bonnets, to deaths
And carve this proud motto on liberty’s page_
“we’ll hand down, unblemished, to each rolling age,
The glorious soul-rousing thistle.