The dirin' trumpet sounded far
Horseman ride well graithed tae war
The English come up frea Dunber
Upon a misty mornin'
Prince Cherlie wi' the Heilland hoste
Lay westward on the Lothian coast
Johnnie bragged wi' many's boast
He'd roust them er' next mornin'
Run run ye ganglin' crew
This mornin's work ye lang will rue
The Bonnie Blue Bonnets are after you
Tae wish ye's a' guid mornin'
Lang e'er the cock proclaimed it day
The Prince's men stood in array
Though impatient for the fray
Bent low the knee that mornin'
When row dow dow rolled the English drum
The Hieland bagpipe gied a bum
And told the mountain clans had come
Grim death and danger scornin'
Ilk hand was film ilk heart was true
As shot and doon their guns they threw
Forth their dreaded claymores drew
Upon that fearful mornin'
The English raised a loud Hussah
But durnae bide the brunt ava'
They wavered turned sine ran awa'
Like seep at shepherds warnin'
Fast fast their foot and horseman flew
Caps were mixed wi' Bonnie Blue
Dirks were wet but no wi' dew
Upon that fatal mornin'
Few stayed sae by devoted band
Tae bide the brunt o' Hieland brand
That swept aroond lopped heed and hand
Upon that fatal mornin'
Tae boast of deeds becomes us ail
Yet Scotland has her border still
Be theresome would have their will
For want o' thought and learnin'
The Roman legions tried in vain
The Saxon, Dane and Norsemen came
Nane o' them could us contain
So heed this gentle warnin'
Run run ye ganglin' crew
This mornin's work ye lang will rue
The Bonnie Blue Bonnets are after you
Tae wish ye's a' guid mornin'
Run run ye ganglin' crew
This mornin's work ye lang will rue
The Bonnie Blue Bonnets are after you
But a' we really want tae do
Is wish ye's a' guid mornin'
