Rise, rise, lowland and highland men
Bald sire and beardless son each come and early
Rise, rise, mainland and island man
Belt on your broadsword, fight for Prince Charlie
Down from the mountain steep up from the valley deep
Out from the clachan, the bothy and shieling
Bugle and battle drum big chief and vassal come
Loudly on war pipe the pibrochs are pealing
Rise, rise, lowland and highland men
Bald sire and beardless son each come and early
Rise, rise, mainland and island man
Belt on your broadsword, fight for Prince Charlie
Men o' the mountains descendants of heroes
Heirs o' the fame and the hills of your fathers
Say shall the sassenach southron not fear us
When fierce to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers
Long on the trophied walls of our ancestral halls
Rust has been blunting the armor of Alba
Seize them ye hieland Macs buckler and battleaxe
Sons o' Lochaber Braemar and Breadalbane
Rise, rise, lowland and highland men
Bald sire and beardless son each come and early
Rise, rise, mainland and island man
Belt on your broadsword, fight for Prince Charlie
When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward
When did the bonnie blue crest the disloyal
Up then and crowd to the standard of Stuart
Follow your hero the rightful and royal
Come chief o' Clanranald and gallant MacDonald
Lovat Lochiel with the Grant and the Gordon
Rouse every kilted clan rouse every loyal man
Musket on shoulder and tie the broadsword on
Rise, rise, lowland and highland men
Bald sire and beardless son each come and early
Rise, rise, mainland and island man
Belt on your broadsword, fight for Prince Charlie