Rise up and bar the door

Does haughty Gaul invasion threat,

Then let the louns bewaure, Sir,

There 's Wooden Walls upon our seas,

And Volunteers on shore, Sir:

The Nith shall run to Corsincon,

And Criffell sink in Solway,

E'er we permit a Foreign Foe

On British ground to rally.

O, let us not, like snarling tykes,

In wrangling be divided,

Till slap! come in an

unco loun,

And wi' a rung decide it!

Be Britain still to Britain true,

Amang oursels united;

For never but by British hands

Must British wrongs be righted.

The kettle o' the Kirk and State,

Perhaps a clout may fail in 't;

But deil a foreign tinkler-loun

Shall ever ca' a nail in 't:

Our Fathers' Blude the kettle bought,

And wha wad dare to spoil it,

By Heavens, the sacreligious dog

Shall fuel be to boil it!

The wretch that would a Tyrant own,

And the wretch, his true-sworn brother,

Who'd set the Mob above the Throne,

May they be damn'd together!

Who will not sing,

God Save The King,

Shall hang as high 's the steeple;

But while we sing,

God Save The King,

We'll ne'er forget The People!

Fal de ral...