I’m happy on my journey Traveling swiftly without flagging Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte He it was who threatened King George 
Brave lads, let’s be merry Stand for the honor of your country As long as lead and powder last What could worry us? 
There is no weakness to be described In the young heroes who never retreat Cowardice is not in their countenance They will never give ground to the boasters 
Men of the short hose and the kilts With their uniforms of scarlet coats; Splendid they were in attack The would never yield though wounded. 
In Brussels it was told That the French were coming in their thousands I tell no lie but the truth Many a man will be stretched out without breath of life 
If only we had, as was hereditary to us The great broadsword with Islay-wrought hilt on our shoulders We’ll split their heads to their ears, Pounding them with the smashing of our fists. 
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