o kenmure'sds are men, willie,

o kenmure'sds are men;

their hearts and swords are metal true,

and that their foes shall ken.

they'll live or die wi' fame, willie;

they'll live or die wi' fame;

but sune, wi' sounding victorie,

may kenmure's lord e hame!

here's him that's far awa, willie!

here's him that's far awa!

and here's the flower that i loe best,

the rose that's like the snaw.