O, I love Scotland's glens, and whatever else we lose Leave us our glens, our glorious glens Our mountains as grand, Ben Lomond, Ben Nevis too You can keep all these Bens, just leave us our glens
Glenfiddich, Glendronach, Glenlivet, Glen Grant Can you do without them? If you must know, I can't Put a drop in the glass of Glen Spey or Glen Drotter It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water
I'd willingly lose our culture, or most of it Including that mess called 'full Highland dress' With the whole ethnic bit with haggis and Hogmanay I would gladly dispense, but leave us our glens
Glenfiddich, Glendronach, Glenlivet, Glen Fall I once knew a man who had sampled them all Glenisla, Glenugie, Glenkinchie, that's plenty He looked sixty-five, but in fact he was twenty
Take our Highlands scottische, or marches, strathspeys and reels Take our old Scottish waltz, but leave us our malts Remove if you will, our ladies' conveniences And our gentlemen's - but leave us our glens
Glenfiddich, Glendronach, Glenlivet, Glenfyne Was rare at communion when we ran out of wine Glenisla, Glenugie, Glenkinchie, Glenmorangie I prefer them to Cointreau which I find too orangey
Oh breathe there a Scot whose views and priorities When laid on the line, are different from mine Take our jobs take our homes, take anything else you will Take family and friends, but leave us our glens