This is as near as I can get listening to the CD.

The Rising

We weaver lads were merry blades
When those who (brook sae weel?)
And when the price o' ilka piece
Would (sae?) a bowl and meal
Then (bogus?) ale for beef and veal
And cash is right wi' everybody
Aye, and every ale has had the smell
O' roast, aye, reekin' toddy

Whack row de dow dow fal al de dal de diddle
Whack row de dow dow fal al de diddle day

Gin times would come like times has gone,
We'd soon be merry-O.
We'd loup and prance and jig and dance
'Til we'd be like tae fa'

And then you'd see, we'd happy be
And every (ait?) we'd ha'e a drink on.
We could laugh and sing 'God Save The King"
And better songs that we could think on.

Whack row de dow dow fal al de dal de diddle
Whack row de dow dow fal al de diddle day
Whack row de dow dow fal al de dal de diddle
Whack row de dow dow fal al de diddle day

CHORUS
Sae forward lads step heel and toe
A man who'd mount, come weel, come woe
There's naught but freedom we would know
Gin we follow the gallant weavers

Oh the battle by betrayers won
Our country by timeservers run
The fight has barely but begun
For aye 'twas wi' the weavers

CHORUS

There's place men (placement?) (hae'd? hate?) oor cause despise
Wha seek tae stem and spirit's rise
But heart and hand, we'll cut such ties
And join the gallant weavers

CHORUS