Sing hey, my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho, my braw John Highlandman!
There's no a lad in a' the lan'
Was match for my John Highlandman.
With his philibeg an' tartan plaid, kilt
And gude claymore down by his side, two-handed sword
The ladies' hearts he did trepan,
My gallant braw John Highlandman.
We ranged a' from Tweed to Spey,
And lived like lords and ladies gay;