From Caledonia’s Loyal Lands
Where justice uncontrouled commands,
The Loyal Clans in honour’s cause,
Came to retrieve our antient Laws
Guarded by truth,Great Honours Guide,
With royal Charles, Minerva’s pride:
They came with freedom hand in hand,
And over the Hills and far away.
Over the Hills, &c.

To Baulk their force and stop their way
Duke Billy’s sent to die or stray,
Whilst M[arshal] Wade ’midst all his Schemes
Sleeping, of conquest only dreams;
The Bishops too, with reverend looks
Turn redcoats now, & damn their Books,
Lawn sleeves laid by, their prayers forgot,
And all their cry’s a Popish Plot:
Over the Hills, &c.

Britons be firm in Britain’s cause,
Assert your right, support your Laws,
Defend the truth, Great Charles obey,
And usurpation drive away.
Then Sons of War with martial flame,
You’ll bravely merit lasting fame,
Great Charles will Britain’s scepter sway
And Hanoverians rue the Day,
Over the Hills, &c.