Scotish Comic Ballads XLVIII

To arms! To arms! To arms, my lads! To arms! To arms! To arms! Care, that canker'd loon, Is lurking in the town To charge us wi ferse alarms.

To arms! To arms! To arms, my lads! To quell his hatefou power, By way of a shield, This bowl we will wield, The liquor will soon gar him skour.

Charge, Charge, Charge, Charge, Charge him home, my lads! Charge him home, Charge him home, see he flees! A glass in your hand, Care never will stand, You may kill him whenever you please.