Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early
Rise! rise! mainland and island men
Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie
Down from the mountain steep, up from the valley deep
Out from the clachan, the bothy, and shieling
Bugle and battle drum bid chief and vassal come
Loudly our bagpipes the pibroch are pealing
Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early
Rise! rise! mainland and island men
Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie
Men of the mountains, descendants of heroes
Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers
Say, shall the Sassenach southron not fear us
When fierce to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers
Long on the trophied walls of your ancestral halls
Rust hath been blunting the armour of Albin
Seize, then, ye mountain Macs, buckler and battle-axe
Lads of Lochaber, Braemar, and Breadalbine
Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early
Rise! rise! mainland and island men
Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie
When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward?
When did the bonnet blue crest the disloyal?
Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart
Follow your hero, the rightful, the royal
Come, Chief of Clan Ronald and gallant M'Donald
Come Lovat, Lochiel with the Grant and the Gordon
Rouse every kilted clan, rouse every loyal man
Musket on shoulder and thigh the broad sword on
Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men
Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early
Rise! rise! mainland and island men
Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie