Chappit tatties and neeps
And haggis for all me peeps
Then slaughter the English creeps
Who sowed what satan reeps
Oh haggis will make us strong
We'll sing a mighty song
To right what was wrought wrong
And slay the southern throng
I'll gird up me kilt
And avenge the blood they spilt
Scotland's flower shall never wilt
In the land that Wallace built
We'll slay both pawn and evil Duke
And drown them in our haggis puke
Our bold advance their king shall spook
Our Claymore sings out our rebuke