Let our souls be steadfast here.
Up, and rouse ye! Time is fleeting,
And we yet have much to do,
Up! and haste ye through the city,
Stir the burghers stout and true!
Gather all our scattered people,
Fling the banner out once more,—
Randolph Murray! do thou bear it,
As it erst was borne before:
Never Scottish heart will leave it,