text:  Then we belted on our tartans and our bonnets down we drew And we felt our broadswords' edges and we proved them to be true And we pray'd the prayer of soldiers and we cried the gathering cry And we clasp'd the hands of kinsmen and we swore to do or die! Then our leader rode before us on his war-horse black as night-- Well the Cameronian rebels knew that charger in the fight!-- And a cry of exultation from the bearded warriors rose For we loved the house of Claver'se and we thought of good Montrose