Back when I was rather young, I heard the Gaelic cry Of a young man from Culloden, with all his 'och's and 'aye's, I felt that he should see the stars and wander space and time, Jamie -- the 18th century Highlander.
I remember those adventures where he used to hold my hand, He'd nod along to anything he did not understand. He'd make charming analogies about life in Scotland, Jamie -- the 18th century Highlander.
I taught him rather well while we were travelling, fighting crime, He really was the model of a perfect son of mine, More than just the Highland hills that bagpiper did climb, Jamie -- the 18th century Highlander.
Jamie --the 18th century Highlander Who lived through occurrences most bizarre, And looked after young Victoria, He saved the world while wearing a skirt, It's a wonder to me he that never got hurt, That hurt belongs to both my hearts Now we've been forced to finally part.
Now we're back together fighting Sontarans in Spain, Although it's nice to have the boy back in my life again, He's yet to know the final end; he's yet to feel my pain, Jamie -- the 18th century Highlander.