Chapter CLIV: Kenmure’s March

O, Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie,
O, Kenmure’s on and awa!
An’ 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 lo’e best--
The rose that’s like the sna!

_Robert Burns._