Euchan's banks an' wooded braes,
Worthy theme o' minstrel's lays!
On thee I spent my youthfu' days,
Sae free frae care;
I'm wae tae think that I may roam
Thy glen nae mair.
My country needs me; I maun gang
Tae fecht a wily foe an' strang;
But victory will be my sang
Whate'er betide.
A Prussian rule, upon my soul,
I couldna' bide.
Nithsdale's sons, as true as steel,
Fighting for their country's weal,
Hae made the haughty Hun tae reel;
An' shall I then
A coward prove, an' hide mysel'
Within thy glen?
Nay! Gie tae me the sword an' gun!
I'll prove a worthy mither's son,
An' fight till death or victory's won,
That ye may be
In honour held frae tyrant's yoke
For ever free.