Another possibly related song, from Jacobite Minstrelsy by Robert Malcolm (Glasgow: R. Griffin, 1828), page 297:


UP AND RIN AWA, WILLIE.*

    Up and rin awa, Willie,
    Up and rin awa, Willie;
    The Highland clans will rise again,
    And chase you far awa, Willie.

Prince Charles he'll be down again,
With clans both great and sma', Willie,
To play your king a bonny spring,
And make you pay for a', Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c,

Therefore give o'er to burn and slay,
And ruin send on a', Willie,
Or you may get your butcher horns
Your own dirge for to blaw, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

For had the clans been in your way,
As they were far awa, Willie,
They'd chas'd you faster aff the field
Than ever wind did blaw, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

You may thank God for evermore,
That deil a clan you saw, Willie,
Wi' pistol, durk, or edge claymore,
Your loggerhead to claw, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

Then take my last and best advice,
Pack bag and baggage a', Willie,
To Hanover, if you be wise,
Take Feck and George and a', Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

There's one thing I'd almost forgot,
Perhaps there may be twa, Willie:
Be sure to write us back again,
How they receiv'd you a', Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.


* This Song is from the MSS, of Mr Hardie of Glasgow. The historical allusions are not quite correct; but it breathes the real spirit of Jacobitism, and the expression is well adapted to the original air.