_D COMPANY, K.O.S.B._
Time brings its changes in country an' toon,
We're conscious o' this when we tak' a look roun';
Guid men hae gane; gin ye len' me yer ears,
I'll bring ye in min' o' the Auld Volunteers.
There were men frae Kirkconnel, sae buirdly an' fine,
Though the maist o' them wrocht in the depths o' the mine,
A fine set o' fellows, devoid o' a' fears,
They made a guid third o' the Auld Volunteers.
Doon Mennock's fair glen, frae Wanlock's high hills,
Far famed for their beauty an' clear sparkling rills,
Cam' giants in stature; noo mark ye wha hears,
They were real men an' true tae the Auld Volunteers.
Descendants o' famous on history's scroll,
The brave men o' Sanquhar completed the roll;
Wi' pride in their herts they looked back through the years,
"These then were those" in the Auld Volunteers.
Captains Stewart and Wilson, M'Connel an' a',
When they mairched oot the lads o' the heather sae braw,
Thocht D.C., K.O.S.B. then had few compeers,
Gey prood were the three o' the Auld Volunteers.