| Roch the win i the clear day's dawinBlaws the clouds heilster-gowdie owre the bay But there's mair nor a roch win blawin Thro the Great Glen o the warl the day It's a thocht that wad gar our rottans Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay Tak the road an seek ither loanins Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an play Nae mair will our bonnie callants Merch tae war whan our braggarts crousely craw Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan Murn the ships sailin doun the Broomielaw Broken faimilies in launs we've hairriet Will curse 'Scotlan the Brave' nae mair, nae mair Black an white ane-til-ither mairriet Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom |