Will ye go tae Sheriffmuir,
Bauld John o’Innisture,\u00a0
There tae see the noble Mar
And his Hieland laddies.
A’ the true men o’ the north,
Angus, Huntly, and Seaforth
Scourin’ on tae cross the Forth
Wi’ their white cockadies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chorus<\/strong> Bauld John o’Innisture,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n There tae see the noble Mar\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n And his Hieland laddies.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n There ye’ll see the noble Whigs, Will ye go tae Sheriffmuir, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Will ye go tae Sheriffmuir,Bauld John o’Innisture,\u00a0There tae see the noble MarAnd his Hieland laddies.A’ the true men o’ the north,Angus, Huntly, and SeaforthScourin’ on tae cross the ForthWi’ their white cockadies. ChorusWill ye go tae Sheriffmuir, Bauld John o’Innisture,\u00a0 There tae see the noble Mar\u00a0 And his Hieland laddies. There ye’ll see the banners … <\/p>\n
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There ye’ll see the banners flare;
There ye’ll hear the bagpipes rare,
And the trumpets’ deadly blare
Wi’ the cannons’ rattle.
There ye’ll see the bauld McCraws,
Camerons and Clanranald’s raws
And a’ the clans, wi’ loud huzzas,
Rushin’ tae the battle.
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A’ the heroes o’ the brigs,
Raw hides and withered wigs,
Ridin’ in array, man.
Ri’en hose and raggit hools,
Sour milk and girnin’ gools,
Psalm-beuks and cutty-stools,
We’ll see ne’er mair, man.
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Bauld John o’ Innisture,
Sic a day and sic an hour
Ne’er was in the North, man.
Siccan sights will there be seen,
And gin some be nae mista’en,
Fragrant gales will come bedeen,
Frae the waters o’ Forth, man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n