And gar play your Scottish fiddles,
And your Scottish bag-pipes blaw.
"And they hae ta'en and sworn an aith—
An aith both strang and true—
That for the auld Lion o' Scotland
They will win back his due.
"I've a sair, sair pain in my belly,
And a sair catch in my breath;
Ye'll mind it was English misdoings
That brocht me to my death.