Come Highland, come Lowland, lend ear to the praise Of the bravest of horsemen, your own gallant Greys; Ye Scots far away from your native land, come, Hear the fame of the Jocks, ever "Second to none." Come, Scots, drink a health to your "Second to none"; To your own bonnie Greys, to their victories won; Come, drink to the luck of your Jocks, one and all, Wherever their trumpet of duty may call. O, see the grey horses come stepping along, So proud in their glory, so famous in song; Black bonnets of bearskin; O, where are the peers Of the men on grey horses, the Scots Grenadiers? Come, Scots, drink a health, etc. Their deeds are enshrined in the annals of war; They have rode down the French, times a hundred and a', And of standards and colours have ta'en such a store, Not a corps in the world that has ever won more. Come, Scots, drink a health, etc. Many hundreds of French they at Blenheim did chase, Penned them back in the village and made to cry grace; Then at Ramillies captured the Corps of the King And of standards a score with them homeward did bring. Come, Scots, drink a health, etc. See the white broider'd flag of the Household of France, Like its thunderbolt emblem, at Dettingen glance; "The giants have felt it," true motto that day, When the hands of the Scotsmen had borne it away. Come, Scots, drink a health, etc. Now fill a full glass to the old ninety-twa, So leal in their friendship, so gallant in war, With a "Scotland for ever," the Waterloo shout, When the Greys and the Gordons drove Frenchmen to rout. Come, Scots, drink a health, etc. "Ah, the beautiful Greys, I must crush them, I ween"; But the Greys reached the hill where Napoleon had been, While the brave Sergeant Ewart an Eagle has ta'en, And the Union Brigade gathered laurels of fame. Come, Scots, drink a health, etc. Balaclava resounds with the shouts of the Greys; All the horsemen of Russia stand still with amaze; Each Grey hews a path through the dense-crowded horde, And the Russians spur homeward with willing accord. Come, Scots, drink a health, etc. Their deeds were their duty to Scotland, and a'; Should the trumpet again sound the charge in a war, Not a Russian or Frenchman will e're dare to stay, When they hear the wild war shout of "Scotland for aye." Come, Scots, drink a health to your "Second to none"; To your own bonnie Greys, to their victories won; Come, drink to the luck of your Jocks, one and all, Wherever their trumpet of duty may call.