THE CAMPBELL'S ARE COMING.
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The great Argyle has gone before,
He makes the guns and cannons roar,
Wiz sound o. trumpet pipe and drum
And banner waving i'll the sun.


The Campbells are coming, Oh no! oh no!
The Campbells are coming, oh no! oh no!
The Campbells are coming from bonny Loeb


Lomond-


The Campbclls are coming, oh no! oh no
WI bonnet blue auld Scotia's pride,
And broad claymore hung by their side,
WI plume all nodding in the wind
They l.a'e no left man behind.


The Campbells are coming, &c.
uarl! hark! the Pibroch's sound hear,
Now bonny lassie dinna fear,
IT'S honor calls must away,
Argyle's the word-and ours the day.


The Campbells are coming, &c.