Lyrics

The Lord's my targe I will be stout with dirk and trusty blade
Though Campbells come and flocks about I will not be afraid

Though they mow down both corn and grass they seek me underground
Though hundreds guard each road and pass John Roy Will Not Be Found

The Lord's the same as heretofore he's always good to me
Though redcoats come from miles around afraid I will not be.

Though they mow down both corn and grass they seek me underground
Though hundreds guard each road and pass John Roy Will Not Be Found