Oh! wha' is formaist o' a', o' a'?

Oh! wha' does follow the blaw, the blaw?

Bonnie Wullie, the king o' us a', hurrah!

Wi' his five stout pipers an' a', an' a'!

His bonnet an' feather he's wavin' high.

His bagpipes wheeze, an' his ribbons fly;

The nor' win' plays wi' his thin white hair,

While the pipers blaw wi' an unco' flare.

Wi' sax Scotch pipers an' a', an' a', &c.

Primrose, an' Campbell, sae dink an' sae deep,