Blue Bonnets Over the Border

MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale:Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order?March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale;All the blue bonnets are over the border.Many a banner spread flutters above your head,Many a crest that is famous in story;Mount and make ready then, sons of the mountain glen,Fight for your Queen, and the old Scottish glory.

Come from the hills whete your hirsels are grazing;Come from the glen of the buck and the roe;Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing;Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.Trumpets are sounding, war-steeds are bounding;-Stand to your arms, and march in good order;England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray,When the blue bonnets came over the border,