The literature of the Highlanders

by Nigel MacNeill

Ere their heads on our green withs shall dangle—

The axe, axe;

The nerves of their necks we will rend them—

With the axe, axe;

To the anvil to roast then we’ll send them—

The axe, axe—

The head of Mackay shall we shinty—

The axe, axe—

Down the Rhinns, where his kin shall grow scanty,

With the axe, axe.