ON, ST. RONAN'S!
Words and music by WM SANDERSON (Tweedside Laddie)
Rouse ye men of old St. Ronan's
Gather in from hills and commons,
Ready aye to hear the summons,
On, St. Ronan's, on!
Though we see no warlike foemen,
Nodding plume or flashing spear,
Call we forth the Border yeomen,
Fame awaits them here.
Chorus:
On St. Ronan's, join the chorus
Think of brave men gone before us
While the banner's waving o’re us
On, St. Ronan's, On
From the ages dim and hoary,
Come the tales of battles glory,
Linked with Border song and story,
On, St. Ronan's, On!
Echoes wake in Leithen valley,
Plora's shade and broad Minch Muir;
Stalwart lads will gladly rally
From the Vale of Quair.
Chorus:
Sons from far, with joy we meet you,
Old time friends will kindly treat you,
Border maidens fair will greet you,
On St. Ronan's, On!
Shades of great ones hover near us,
Wilson, Hogg and Glassford Bell,
Scott the minstrel's song will cheer us,
By St. Ronan's well.
Chorus:
For the freedom bought so dearly
For the land we love sincerely
At the Games we'll gather yearly
On, St. Ronan's, On!
We have rights and we'll preserve them
Honest men have naught to fear
Customs old and we'll observe them
Each returning year.
Chorus:
Gather in from hills and commons,
Ready aye to hear the summons,
On, St. Ronan's, on!
Though we see no warlike foemen,
Nodding plume or flashing spear,
Call we forth the Border yeomen,
Fame awaits them here.
Chorus:
On St. Ronan's, join the chorus
Think of brave men gone before us
While the banner's waving o’re us
On, St. Ronan's, On
From the ages dim and hoary,
Come the tales of battles glory,
Linked with Border song and story,
On, St. Ronan's, On!
Echoes wake in Leithen valley,
Plora's shade and broad Minch Muir;
Stalwart lads will gladly rally
From the Vale of Quair.
Chorus:
Sons from far, with joy we meet you,
Old time friends will kindly treat you,
Border maidens fair will greet you,
On St. Ronan's, On!
Shades of great ones hover near us,
Wilson, Hogg and Glassford Bell,
Scott the minstrel's song will cheer us,
By St. Ronan's well.
Chorus:
For the freedom bought so dearly
For the land we love sincerely
At the Games we'll gather yearly
On, St. Ronan's, On!
We have rights and we'll preserve them
Honest men have naught to fear
Customs old and we'll observe them
Each returning year.
Chorus: