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No. 9 - Finale Act I

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The Mayor: See! They come!
Tammas: Yes, they come!
Servants: Clansmen shout!
Mayor: See! the clansmen are coming!
Tammas & Servants: The clansmen are coming!
Lochiel & Cameron Clansmen:
  Shout, clansmen, shout for the King that's awa',
Ay, up lads, to arms for the King!
Others: For the King!
Lochiel & Clansmen: With our claymore and targe
We will on to the charge!
We'll conquer or we'll die for Prince Charlie!
Tenors: Shout, clansmen, shout for the King!
All: Clansmen, shout for the King! for the King!
Campbells: To your arms! to your arms!
For the time is close at hand,
When ev'ry Scotsman must be true and leal,
Others: True and leal!
Stuarts: O Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,
O Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier!
We've left our bonny Highland homes,
Our wives and bairnies dear,
We've come to fight for Scotland's right
And the young Chevalier!
Ensemble: To your arms! to your arms!
For the time is now at hand,
When ev'ry Scottish heart that's true and leal.
Then shout, clansmen, shout for the King that we love,
And forth with your falchions, ye leal laddies, draw!
Clansmen shout, Clansmen shout for the King that we love,
We'll conquer or we'll die for Prince Charlie.
Mayor & Others: Ho! Rob Roy!
Ho! Rob Roy!
Campbells: Our chief is he!
Stuarts & Camerons: Ho! Rob Roy!
Mayor & Others: Ho! Rob Roy!
Stuarts & Camerons: Our chief!
McGregors: Fair and free, valiant is he;
Wooing all danger, falchion in hand,
Our brave clan all to a man,
Rover and ranger war on the stranger,
Janet & Others: Peril share with him,
Do and dare with him!
Who'll fight fair with him?
Bold Rob Roy!
Chorus: Fair and free, valiant is he;
Mayor & Others: If for him we cheer,
'Tis out of fear;
Chorus: Peril share with him,
Do and dare with him,
Who'll fight fair with him?
Bold Rob Roy! Our Prince!
Cavaliers: My love was born in Aberdeen;
The blithest lad that e'er was seen;
But now my heart so sad he's made,
He's taken to the field with his white cockade.
Oh, he's a ranting, roving lad,
Betide what may, my heart is glad
To see my brisk and bonny blade,
Go fighting for the Stuart and the white cockade.
All: Shout! Shout! Clansmen, shout for the King.
Our Prince, all hail!
   
The Prince: For trusty swords and hearts so loyal,
Accept my thanks, my gallant friends;
Flora: Our hearts are thine!
Prince: Our triumph is nigh, we're aided by
The pow'r that aye the right defends,
The pow'r that aye the right defends.
Flora: Take thou this token, and wear it, love, for me;
Prince: A charm 'twill be!
Flora: I will be near thee,
Though peril may betide
When danger calls thee,
Thou'll find me at thy side.
Prince: Nay, that may not be,
Flora: Ah, yes!
Prince: Such fate were not for thee.
Flora: Alone, with thee away,
Prince: Ah, no!
Flora: I would not stay;
I pray thee, say not nay;
I'll share thy danger;
Prince: Well, be it so!
Yes, where I go, my love, thou shalt go.
Rob Roy: Behold your flag, our Stuart flag, my lads!
This flag shall be our star.
Lochiel: This fair flag...
Rob Roy: It shall lead us to liberty and to glory,
This flag shall be our star.
Janet, Flora & Prince:  E'er may it wave,
Dearer than life to all true hearts and free:
Rob Roy & others: Telling valor's true story!
Prince: May this banner inspire you to deeds that win you a name...
Flora: May this banner inspire you to deeds that will win glory.
Chorus: Lead us on to fame!
Ah, that flag we will guard to the last.
Clansmen, guard ye the flag ye love,
Guard with your lives.
This flag shall be our star for aye;
It shall lead us to liberty and to fame,
Glory and fame!
Ah, this flag, this flag shall be ever
Dear as life, to all true hearts and brave.
Men: It shall lead us to fame. Lead on!
Janet & others: Waving for e'er, banner so fair!
E'er shall it be flag of the free!
To glory it leads us on!
Chorus: Comrades, now for the fray!
Basses: The slogan sounds.
   
Tammas: Sons of Douglas, sons of Wallace,
Let us all unite!
Lochiel: Sons of Bruce, our fathers call us
Now to rise in might.
Nations shall no more disdain us.
Rob Roy: Tyrants shall no longer chain us.
Scotland needs us! Stuart leads us!
Tammas & Lochiel: Forward for the right, lads!
Strike for Fatherland and hame.
Strike to end our Scottish shame!
Rob Roy & Lochiel: Strike for freedom and for fame; for liberty and glory,
All: For liberty and glory!
Men: Hark, how the slogan resounds!
Prince: Comrades, death comes soon or later,
Stern as fate, the call!
All: Huzzah!
Prince: Can men die with glory greater
Than to nobly fall
All: Huzzah!
Prince: In brave strife for those that love him?
With a freeland's skies above him?
Doth he perish?
Nay, we cherish him in hearts of all, lads!
All: Strike for Fatherland and hame!
Strike to end our Scotland's shame,
Strike for freedom and for fame!
For liberty and glory, ay,
for liberty and glory.
Shout! Clansmen! Shout! Clansmen,
Shout for the King, for the King!

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