O Rab An' Dave An' Rantin' Jim, The Geans Were Turnin' Reid When Scotland Saw Yer Line Grow Dim, Wi' The Pipers At Its Heid; Noo, I' Yon Warld We Dinna Ken, Like Strangers Ye Maun Gang - "We've Sic A Wale[1] O' Angus Men That We Canna Weary Lang." An' Little Wat - My Brither Wat - Man, Are Ye Aye The Same? Or Is Yon Sma' White Hoose Forgot Doon By The Strath At Hame? An' Div' Ye Mind Foo Aft We Trod The Isla'S Banks Before? - - "My Place Is Wi' The Hosts O' God, But I Mind Me O' Strathmore." It's Daith Comes Skirling Through The Sky, Below There'S Naucht But Pain, We Canna See Whaur Deid Men Lie For The Drivin' O' The Rain; Ye A' Hae Passed Frae Fear An' Doot. Ye're Far Frae Airthly Ill - - "We're Near, We're Here, My Wee Recruit, An' We Fecht For Scotland Still."