Kenmure’s on and Awa
O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie!
O Kenmure’s on and awa!
And Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lord
That 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 ne’er was 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 faes shall ken.
They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie!
They’ll live or die wi’ fame;
But soon, 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 love best—
The rose that’s like the snaw!