From Bill's mp3 here are some changes. Some are just putting in Scots words she sings to align with your other use of them, a few are substantive changes.

Mick

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There stands three trumpeters on yon hill
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
Blaws their trumpets baith loud and shrill
And the wind blaws aye my plaid awa'

Gin I'd his trumpet in my kist
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
And were in the lad's airms that I like best
And the wind blaws aye my plaid awa'

Gin ye would a-be wed wi' me
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
There's ae thing ye maun dae for me
And the wind blaws aye my plaid awa'

Ye maun dry it on yon hawthorn
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
That hasna seen blossom sin* man was born (* or syne=since)
And the wind blaws aye my plaid awa'

Ye maun stook it in the sea
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
And bring the wheatsheaf dry tae me
And the wind blaws aye my plaid awa'

Ye maun win* it in your luif    (*=winnow)
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
And stack it a' in your richt-hand with
And the wind blaws aye my plaid awa'

And gin you wark noo a' this wark
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
Come tae me and you'll get your sark
And the wind blaws aye my plaid awa'