Ewan MacColl - Will Ye Go to Sherrifmuir? lyrics

Will ye go tae Sheriffmuir
Bauld John o’ Innisture?
There tae see the noble Mar
And his Hielan’ laddies
A’ the true men o’ the North
Angus, Huntly, and Seaforth
Scourin’ on tae cross the Forth
Wi’ their white cockadies

There ye’ll see the banners flare
There ye’ll hear the bagpipes rair
And the trumpet’s deadly blare
Wi’ the cannon’s rattle
There ye’ll see the bauld McCraws
Cameron’s and Clanronald’s raws
A’ the clans wi’ loud huzzas
Rushin’ tae the battle

There ye’ll see the noble Whigs
A’ the heroes o’ the brigs
Raw hides and withered wigs
Ridin’ in array, man
Ri’en hose and raggit hools
Soor milk and girnin’ gools
Psalm-beuks and cutty stools
We’ll see never mair, man

Will ye go tae Sheriffmuir
Bauld John o’ Innisture?
Sic a day and sic an hour
Ne’er was in the North, man
Siccan sights will there be seen
And gin some be nae mista’en
Fragrant gales will come bedeen
Frae the waters o’ Forth, man