A couple of minor corrections:

LEAVE US OUR GLENS
(George Donald/Buff Hardie)

I love Scotland's glens, and whatever else we lose
Please leave us our glens, our glorious glens
Our mountains are grand, Ben Nevis, Ben Lomond too
You can have all those bens, but leave us our glens

(Chorus)
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronach, Glen Grant
Can you do without them? If you must know, I can't
Put a drop in the glass of Glen Spey or Glendrottar
It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water

I'd willingly lose our culture, or most of it
Including that mess called 'full Highland dress'
With the whole ethnic bit, with haggis and Hogmanay
I'd gladly dispense, but leave us our glens

Glenfarclas, Glenlochy, Glengarioch, Glenfaul
I once knew a man who had sampled them all
Glenisla, Glenugie, Glenkinchie, that's plenty
He looked sixty-five, but in fact he was twenty

Take our Highland scottische, take our marches, strathspeys and reels
Take our old Scottish waltz, but leave us our malts
You can take, if you wish, our ladies' conveniences
And our gentlemen's - but leave us our glens

Glenturret, Glen Scotia and last week Glenfyne
Was great at communion when we ran out of wine
Glenglassough, Glenlossie, Glendullan, Glenmorangie
I prefer them to Cointreau which I find too orangey

Oh breathe there a Scot whose views on priorities
When laid on the line, are different from mine
Take our homes, take our jobs, take anything else you will
Wife, family and friends, but leave us our glens

(as per "Scotland the What? - Collected Sketches And Songs")