There wa(A)s a man sae da(E)rk and true
Wha Sc(D)otland lo(E)o'ed sae de(A)ar
There was a king wha la(E)ng will
rue
The Sc(D)ots wha fla(E)yed him sa(A)ir
Gan c(E)ry the hounds o Do(D)uglasv(A)ale
Gan st(E)ring the Ettrick Bow(A)
Gan
warn the spears o' Li(E)ddiesdale
That E(D)dward le(E)ads the f(A)oe
He wore the cross our Andrew bore by the steps o’ calvary
He won the sword our Robert wore by the field o’
Balvennie
Gan shear the chains o’ slavery, gan dance my leige man lee
Gan ring the bell o’ Liberty shod
wi’ the metal free
He won his spurs doon by St. Bride upon the green she free
He held the leopard and the tide by the field o’
Lintounie
Gan shine the shield yer father bore, gan strike yer metal free
Gan shine the helm yer father wore by the
field of Torwoodlee
He rode yin nicht when it was mirk doon by the leopard’s lair
He chased the tyrant in his shirt around the field
sae fair
Gan pack yer bags ye English loons, gan tak ye banners hame
Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon and lost
the bloody game
