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'