little doubt o't He does a' he can, wha can dae withoot it? By there cam' a blade linkin' like my lordie He would drive a trade at the loom o' Geordie
Harry was a gallant gay Fu' stately strade he on the plain But now he's banish'd far away I'll never see him back again CHORUS: O for him back again O
Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er Come boat me o'er to Charlie I'll gie John Ross another bawbee Tae ferry me o'er to Charlie CHORUS : We'll o'er
I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting before dawn o' day Now they are moaning on ilka green loaning The flowers o' the forest
man Smith made sic haste, he spurr'd his beast 'Twas little there he saw, man To the borders rade, and falsely said The Scots were rebels a', man O'er
glen that was my father's own must be by his forsaken And the house that was my father's home is levelled with the bracken Och on, och on, our glory's o
To ane king and nae king, ane uncle and father To him that's all these yet allowed to be neither Come push it aboot while the bottle's our standard If
brawest man And Donald he was mine Till Charlie he cam' o'er at last Sae far to set us free My Donald's arm it wanted was For Scotland and for me Their waeful' fate
love was born in Aberdeen The bonniest lad that e'er was seen But now he makes our hearts fu' sad He's ta'en the Field wi' his White Cockade CHORUS : O
ancient heroes Think on foreign foes to fell Think on glorious gruesome Wallace What the proud usurpers quelled CHORUS Rouse ye rows o' kilted warriors Rouse ye heroes o