o kenmure's lads are men, willie,
o kenmure's lads 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 lorde 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.