_New Version._
Come, cheer up, my comrades, an' never say die,
There's nae cloud in the lift the wun canna blaw by;
'Neath the sway of a despot we never did sit,
We've aye held tae Freedom, an' sae wull we yet.
A Tiger came forth an' Europe was his prey,
For mony a year his cubs have drunk success to "the Day;"
But the day will come roun', an' the biter will be bit,
For we've aye laid the tyrant low, an' sae wull we yet.
Here's a health tae oor lads on the land an' the sea,
An' may a' guid attend them whaure'er they may be!
In the days that are gane they hae nobly dune their bit,
In purpose they are still as strong, an' sae wull they yet.
Why should we sorrow for the brave that are no more?
They fought for right an' justice, an' they've reached a fairer shore,
Where we'll see them yince again when we prove oorsels as fit,
We've trusted aye in Providence, an' sae wull we yet.
Wi' oor leal-herted Allies, then, hand in hand we'll go
Till we've silenced all his mighty guns an' vanquished the foe;
Then peace frae oor country may ne'er hae tae flit,
We've aye believed that this would come, an' sae wull we yet.