Cald Kale in Aberdeen.
Sung by Glaud or Symon, p. 18.
Cauld be the rebel’s cast,
Oppressors base and bloody,
I hope we’ll see them at the last
Strung a’ up in a woody.
Blest be he of worth and sense,
And ever high his station,
That bravely stands in the defence
Of conscience, king and nation.