Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early Rise! rise! mainland and island men Belt on your broadswords and 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 bid chief and vassal come Loudly our bagpipes the pibroch are pealing Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early Rise! rise! mainland and island men Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie Men of the mountains, descendants of heroes Heirs of 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 your ancestral halls Rust hath been blunting the armour of Albin Seize, then, ye mountain Macs, buckler and battle-axe Lads of Lochaber, Braemar, and Breadalbine Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early Rise! rise! mainland and island men Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward? When did the bonnet blue crest the disloyal? Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart Follow your hero, the rightful, the royal Come, Chief of Clan Ronald and gallant M'Donald Come Lovat, Lochiel with the Grant and the Gordon Rouse every kilted clan, rouse every loyal man Musket on shoulder and thigh the broad sword on Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early Rise! rise! mainland and island men Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie