Come, Scots, drink a health, etc.
Many hundreds of French they at Blenheim did chase,
Penned them back in the village and made to cry grace;
Then at Ramillies captured the Corps of the King
And of standards a score with them homeward did bring.
Come, Scots, drink a health, etc.
See the white broider'd flag of the Household of France,
Like its thunderbolt emblem, at Dettingen glance;
"The giants have felt it," true motto that day,
When the hands of the Scotsmen had borne it away.
Come, Scots, drink a health, etc.
Now fill a full glass to the old ninety-twa,
So leal in their friendship, so gallant in war,
With a "Scotland for ever," the Waterloo shout,
When the Greys and the Gordons drove Frenchmen to rout.
Come, Scots, drink a health, etc.
"Ah, the beautiful Greys, I must crush them, I ween";
But the Greys reached the hill where Napoleon had been,
While the brave Sergeant Ewart an Eagle has ta'en,
And the Union Brigade gathered laurels of fame.
Come, Scots, drink a health, etc.
Balaclava resounds with the shouts of the Greys;
All the horsemen of Russia stand still with amaze;
Each Grey hews a path through the dense-crowded horde,
And the Russians spur homeward with willing accord.