A. C. E. Welby.
The following by very kind leave of the author, an old officer of the Greys:—
THE BONNIE SCOTS GREYS.
(Air—"Bonnie Dundee.")
Come Highland, come Lowland, lend ear to the praise
Of the bravest of horsemen, your own gallant Greys;
Ye Scots far away from your native land, come,
Hear the fame of the Jocks, ever "Second to none."
Come, Scots, drink a health to your "Second to none";
To your own bonnie Greys, to their victories won;
Come, drink to the luck of your Jocks, one and all,
Wherever their trumpet of duty may call.
O, see the grey horses come stepping along,
So proud in their glory, so famous in song;
Black bonnets of bearskin; O, where are the peers
Of the men on grey horses, the Scots Grenadiers?
Come, Scots, drink a health, etc.
Their deeds are enshrined in the annals of war;
They have rode down the French, times a hundred and a',
And of standards and colours have ta'en such a store,
Not a corps in the world that has ever won more.