In the garb of Old Gaul, and…

In the garb of Old Gaul, and fire of Old Rome, From the heath-cover'd mountains of Scotia we come; Where the Romans endeavor'd our country to gain, But our ancestors fought, and they fought not in vain.

Such our love of liberty, our country and our cause, Like our ancestors of old, we'll stand by freedom's laws; We'll boldly fight like heroes bright for honour and applause, And defy the French and Spaniards to alter our laws.

No esseminate customs our sinews embrace, No luxurious tables enervate our race; Our loud-sounding pipe bears the true martial strain, So do we the old Scottish valour retain. Such our love of liberty, &c.

We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale, Are swift as the roe that the hound doth assail; As the full moon in autumn our shields do appear, Minerva would dread to encounter our spear. Such our love of liberty, &c.

As a storm on the ocean when Boreas blows, So are we enrag'd when we rush on our foes; We sons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks, Dash the force of our foes with cur thund'ring strokes. Such our love of liberty, &c.

Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of Old France, In their troops fondly boasted till we did advance But when our claymores they saw us produce, Their courage did fail, and they su'd for a truce. Such our love at liberty, &c.