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260 STEP TO THE FRONT.
The lords of the South have unkennelled their beagles, The legions of tyranny sweep from afar ; We welcome you, lads, to the feast of the eagles, The van of the battle — the honors of war.
Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c.
Flowers of the vale they have crushed down before them; All to the will of the despots must bow; But manhood has met them, and death hovers o'er them — The strong-bearded thistle is waiting them now. Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c.
Down on them, Highlanders, swoop from your eyry, Ruffle the tartans, and give the claymore ;
Read them a lesson to pause and to fear ye
When gathered the rights of the free to restore. Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c.