Smithfield Fair Lyrics
"The Pretender Will Come No More"

THE PRETENDER WILL COME NO MORE
(Dudley-Brian Smith, ©1999, BMI)
Up the claymore, up the standard!
The pretender will come no more.
Stand your ground for Highland honour,
No deliverer from the tyrant's force!
Up the targe, then, to shield fair Scotland!
Pride of Wallace take the fore!
Up the claymore, up the standard!
The pretender will come no more!

When oppression's darkest hour came
Tyrant Geordie pressed the claim.
The hope of Scotland lay in Charlie
Raise the standard for old King James.
Gather round him, mighty chieftains...
Gather round him, you sons of war...
Listen close to Lord George Murray
And we'll knock on London's door

Drunken Charlie, where's your spirit?
Where's the French you said would come?
Where's the pride in Scotland's Highlands
You proclaimed to the pipes and drums?
O, sad Culloden, scar upon us, Charlie failed to understand
Gather 'round now at Ruthven's calling
'Round Lord George now, every clan!