Rouse ye men of old St. Ronan’s Gather in from hills and commons, Ready aye to hear the summons, On, St. Ronan’s, on! Though we see no warlike foemen, Nodding plume or flashing spear, Call we forth the Border yeomen, Fame awaits them here Chrorus On St. Ronan’s, join the chorus Think of brave men gone before us While the banner’s waving o’re us On, St. Ronan’s, On! From the ages dim and hoary, Come the tales of battles glory, Linked with Border song and story, On, St. Ronan’s, On! Echoes wake in Leithen valley, Plora’s shade and broad Minch Muir; Stalwart lads will gladly rally From the Vale of Quair Sons from far, with joy we meet you, Old time friends will kindly treat you, Border maidens fair will greet you, On St. Ronan’s, On! Shades of great ones hover near us, Wilson, Hogg and Glassford Bell, Scott the minstrel’s song will cheer us, By St. Ronan’s well For the freedom bought so dearly For the land we love sincerely At the Games we’ll gather yearly On, St. Ronan’s, On! We have rights and we’ll preserve them Honest men have naught to fear Customs old and we’ll observe them Each returning year ChorusĀ |