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According to James Hogg, in whose "Jacobite Relics" this song is printed, the text depicts the state of the Jacobite and Whig armies at the time immediately prior to the battle of Sheriffmuir (1715), and was probably a song of the period.

Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?
Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum?
He can fight the hero bright with his heels and armour light
And the wind of heavenly night, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
Is not Rowley in the right, Aikendrum?

Gin ye'll marry me, lassie,
at the kirk o' Birnie Bouzle
Till the day ye die, lassie,
ye will ne'er repent it.

Ye will gang sae braw, lassie,
tae the kirk o' Birnie Bouzle
Little brogues an' a' lassie,

Bide a wee ye bonnie hours o' sweet yestreen
Haud awa' the thocht that e'er I will forget
Lang the wimplin wey unrowes afore my een?
And the mindin' will be sweeter yet

Chorus:
Aye, the road was haudin' frae the lass that I will aye remember
Braw burn the bridges far behind me in the rain

If a' the blood shed at thy Tron
Edinbro', Edinbro'
If a' the blood shed at thy Tron
Were shed intae a river
'Twould ca' the mills of Bonnington
Edinbro', Edinbro'
'Twould ca' the mills of Bonnington
For ever and for ever

The air is clear the day is fine, and swiftly swiftly flows the time
The boat is floating on the tide that wafts me off from Fiunary

Chorus:

We must up and haste away, we must up and haste away
We must up and haste away, farewell, farewell tae Fiunary

Where have you been all the day, bonnie laddie, highland laddie
Saw ye him that's far away, bonnie laddie, highland laddie
On his head a bonnet blue, bonnie laddie, highland laddie
Tartan plaid and highland trews, bonnie highland laddie

I ha'e been at Crookieden, bonnie laddie, highland laddie
Watching Wullie and his men, bonnie laddie, highland laddie
There our foes that burnt and slew, bonnie laddie, highland laddie

Let us go, lassie, go,
Tae the braes o' Balquhidder,
Whar the blueberries grow
'Mang the bonnie Hielan heather
Whar the deer and the rae
Lichtly bounding thegither,
Sport the lang summer days
On the braes o' Balquhidder.

THE SCARBOROUGH SETTLER'S LAMENT

(Words: Sandy Glendenning, c.1870. Tune: William Marshall, c.1781)

Away wi' Canada's muddy creeks and Canada's fields of pine!
Your land of wheat is a goodly land, but ah! it isna mine!
The heathy hill, the grassy dale, the daisy-spangled lea,
The purling burn and craggy linn, auld Scotia's glens, gie me.