Cold is the blast of November's dark morning But warm are the wishes that hail its returning Together we bring thee with grateful emotion Our Chieftain, our Father, our heart's best devotion Kinsmen & Clansmen, join in the Chorus Long may we follow, where he leads before us. Fain may he flourish, whatever betide us The oak that will shelter, the star that will guide us His foot on his foes, his Clan at his order The dread of the Southron the pride of the Border Heartily, joyfully raise the loud Chorus Long may we follow, where he leads before us. Light be his step on the braes of the Forest In summer's long day, or where winter is sorest Lighten his heart - may no sorrow be seeper Than the pity he gives to the mourner and weeper Ettrick & Yarrow echo the Chorus Long may we follow, where he leads before us. Like the rock on the nountain his hand is the surest Like the badge on his Bonnet, his heart is the purest Life to him! health to him! gladness for ever! Lauder & Kielder, sing out the Chorus Long may we follow, where he leads before us!
Lady John Scott
Music of Dalkeith Copyright © 2001, Jack Campin
