O Kenmure’s on and Awa, Willie
O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie,O Kenmure’s on and awa:An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lordThat ever Galloway saw.
Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie!Success to Kenmure’s band!There’s no a heart that fears a Whig,That rides by kenmure’s hand.
Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie!Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine!There’s ne’er a coward o’ Kenmure’s blude,Nor yet o’ Gordon’s line.
O Kenmure’s lads are men, Willie,O Kenmure’s lads are men;Their hearts and swords are metal true,And that their foes shall ken.
They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie;They’ll live or die wi’ fame;But sune, wi’ sounding victorie,May Kenmure’s lord come hame!
Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie!Here’s him that’s far awa!And here’s the flower that I loe best,The rose that’s like the snaw.