Oh, it was old but it was beautiful, and its colours they were fine It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne. Oh, me father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore And it's on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash me father wore
(Now, when the Scottish nationalists stole this from Ireland it became a song about Queen Elizabeth. You see they never had a first Elizabeth in Scotland, so their point was: "How can you have a second Liz, if the first one's never been?")
Oh, nae Liz the wan, nae Lillibeth the twa, Nae Liz shall ever be For we'll mak oor land republican In the Scottish breakaway!
Oh, Scotland has nae got a king And she has nae got a queen, For how can ye have a second Liz When the first wan's never been?
Oh, nae Liz the wan, nae Lillibeth the twa, Nae Liz shall ever dae And we'll mak oor land republican In the Scottish breakaway!
Now, her man's called the Duke of Edinburgh He's one of yon kilted Greeks But I hope the wind blows his plaidie awa For it's Lizzie wears the breeks
Oh, nae Liz the wan, nae Lizzibeth the twa, Nae Liz shall ever dae And we'll mak oor land republican In the Scottish breakaway!
And her sister Meg has a bonnie pair ae legs, But she did nae want a German or a Greek, Peter Townsend wis her choice, but he didn't suit the boys, So they sent him up the creek.
Oh, but Meg wis fly an she got them by an by, Wi Tony Hyphenated-Armstrong But behind the pomp an play, the question of the day Wis who the hell is Suzy Wong?
Oh, nae Liz the wan, nae Lillibeth the twa, Nae Liz shall ever dae And we'll mak oor land republican In the Scottish breakaway!
Sae here's a health to the lion, to the bonnie rampant lion, An' a lang streitch tae his paw Gie a Hampdon roar an' it's oot the door Ta-ta tae Chairlie's maw
Oh, nae Liz the wan, nae Lillibeth the twa, Nae Liz shall ever dae And we'll mak oor land republican In the Scottish breakaway!