There was a man sae dark and true
when Scotland lo'od sae dear.
There was a king alang will rule
the Scot were flayed him sair.

Gang cry the hounds of Douglas vayle,
gang string the Urtree bow,
gang warn the spears o' Liddesdale
that Edward leads the foe.

He wore the cross poor Andrew bore
by the steps o' cavalry.
He won the sword who Robert bore
by the field o' Valvaree.

Gang sheer the chains of slavery
gang dance ma liege ma lee,
gang ring the bell o' liberty,
shod wi' the metal free.

He won his spurs doon by St. Bride
upon the green sae free.
He held the leopard and the tide
by the field o' Linterney.

Gang shine the shield your father bore,
gang strike your metal free,
gang shine the helm your father wore
by the field o' Toralee.

He rage in nicht when it was muck
doon by the leopards lair.
He chased the tyrant in his shirt
aroond the fields sae fare.

Gang pack ya bags ye English loons,
gang tak your banner hame,
gang tak your King wi' salter croon
and lost a bloody gain,
gang tak your King wi' salter croon and lost a bloody gain.

HTML line breaks added --JoeClone, 29-Sep-01.