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The Campbells are coming, O-ho!
O-ho!
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
The Campbells are coming from bonnie Loch Lomond
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
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The great Argyle he goes before
He makes guns and cannons roar
Wi' the sound o' trumpet, pipe and drum
And banners waving in the sun
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The Campbells are coming, O-ho!
O-ho!
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
The Campbells are coming from bonnie Loch Lomond
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
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Wi' bonnet blue, auld Scotia's
pride
And braid Claymore hung at their side
W' plumes all nodding in the wind
They ha'e no' left a man behind
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The Campbells are coming, O-ho!
O-ho!
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
The Campbells are coming from bonnie Loch Lomond
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
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Hark! Hark! the pibroch's sound I
hear
Now bonnie lassie dinna' fear
'Tis honour calls, I must away
Argyle's the word, and ours the day
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The Campbells are coming, O-ho!
O-ho!
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
The Campbells are coming from bonnie Loch Lomond
The Campbells are coming, O-ho! O-ho!
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