But whilst with both hands I can hold the glass steady,
Here’s to thee, my hero, my sodger laddie.
Sing, Lal de lal, etc.
[Then comes a dark, tragic woman, who has been sitting apart.]
A Highland lad my love was born,
The lalland laws he held in scorn;
But he still was faithfu’ to his clan,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Chorus
Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!