Now let every Gael arise,
Gladly, joyously exultant
With kilt and white cockade.
Marching forward, foot unwearied,
With sword and shield upraised,
Battle lust in every limb,
Fall on foeman unafraid.
Rise without delay, exile your sloth,
Awake from slumbering,
With rage and joyful zeal prepare
To rend and tear the tyrants.
Then will rise beside you
Loyal countrymen past numbering
All Scotland then avenge
Culloden's shame with blood and violence.
Leave then all you have,
Wives and bairns are God-protected
And follow flag and Prince
Till the church at last has crowned him.
From a just revenge
Ne'er shall Gaeldom be deflected
Our leader needs his soldiers
Arise and surge around him.
Barren is our state, deprived
Of land, of arms, of clothing,
If we condone these deeds of shame
Accept we vilest slavery.
Scotsmen never shall be slaves!
The thought is one of loathing!
So rise in rage my comrades true
And show the Prince our bravery!