Glenlivit! O, Glenlivit!
No wonder that we grieve;
Glenlivit! O, Glenlivit!
Why should we ever leave?
No, we will never leave it,
By oaths let us avouch,
As long as mountain dew exists,
And plack is in the pouch.
Ye Parliament oppressors,
Who Scotia ne’er could quell,