How about this version from Les Barker?

LIZZIE LINDSAY
(Les Barker)

Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay?
Will ye gang to the High Street wi' me?
Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay
And we'll have some beefburgers for tea.

I won't go to the High Street with you sir
For I'm proud of my Scots history;
Of the pipes and the glens and the mountains;
It's a clan chief or nothing for me.

Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay?
Will ye gang to the High Street wi' me?
Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay
And we'll have some beefburgers for tea.

I know that you want a true Scotsman,
A chieftain of highest degree;
My name is Lord Ronald MacDonald;
Hoots mon; ye ken; will that dee?

Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay?
Will ye gang to the High Street wi' me?
Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay
And we'll have some beefburgers for tea.

My aunt was wi' Bonnie Prince Chairlie;
They say that she could have been Queen,
For her name was Flora MacDonald;
She invented the soft margarine.

Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay?
Will ye gang to the High Street wi' me?
Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay
And we'll have some beefburgers for tea.

Come wear my red and white tartan;
My kinfolk all come from Glencoe,
For my name is Lord Ronald MacDonald;
I'll have two Campbellburgers to go.

Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay?
Will ye gang to the High Street wi' me?
Will ye gang to the High Street, Lizzie Lindsay
And we'll have some beefburgers for tea.

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wind;
Onward, the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be king
And bring back a burger and fries.

Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back a burger and fries, and fries.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back a burger and fries.

Amazing grease
There's half a pound
Of beef to retch like me
Once I was lost
But now I've found
Two carrots and a pea.

Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back your carrots and peas, and peas.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back your carrots and peas.

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello;
Ronald where's your burgers?

Published in "Al Satians to Crewe"