March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, <br />Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order! <br />March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, <br />All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border. <br />Many a banner spread, <br />Flutters above your head, <br />Many a crest that is famous in story. <br />Mount and make ready then, <br />Sons of the mountain glen, <br />Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory. <br /> <br />Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, <br />Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; <br />Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, <br />Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. <br />Trumpets are sounding, <br />War-steeds are bounding, <br />Stand to your arms, then, and march in good order; <br />England shall many a day <br />Tell of the bloody fray, <br />When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/border-ballad/
