Blaring trumpets sounded far Horseman wore their gear for war English came up tae Dunbar Upon the misty morning, Prince Charlie wi' his Hieland host Lay westward on the Lothian coast. Mony's the taunt our Johnny did boast Whit he'd dae that mornin'.
Run, run ye ganglin' crew This morning's work ye lang shall rue For the bonnie blue bonnets are after you Tae wish ye's a' guid mornin...
Lang ere the cock proclaimed the day The Prince's men stood in array. Proud, impatient for the fray, That fell on them that morning. "Row dow dow" said the English drum, The Hieland bagpipes made their hum Call all the mountain clans to come Death and danger's callin'.
Ilk hand was firm, ilk heart was true, A shot and doon their guns they threw, Forth the dreaded claymores drew Upon that fearful morning. The English raised a loud Huzzah! But nane daur bide the brunt of a'. Wavered, turned, then rin awa' Like sheep at shepherds' horning.
Whit sad mishap that few befell Wha' feinted, groaned the battle yell Still Gardiner fought and fighting fell Upon that fatal morning. Nae braggart but a soldier, he Wad scorn wi' coward loons tae flee And fell beneath the auld thorn tree, Upon that fearsome mornin'.
Fast, fast, the foot and horsemen flew Red caps were mixed wi' bonnie blue Dirks were wet, but no wi' dew, Upon that fatal morning. Nane stayed save ane devoted band Tae bide the brunt of Hieland man Ran awa' wi heid in haund Upon that dreadful mornin'.
To boast our deeds becomes us ill, Scotland has her border still, Though some remain who long to kill, The land of thought and learnin'. The Roman Legions tried in vain, The Saxon, aye, and Viking came, Nane o' them could us contain, Heed this gentle warnin'.
Run, run ye ganglin' crew This morning's work ye lang shall rue For the bonnie blue bonnets are after you Tae wish ye's a' guid mornin...
Aye, run, run ye ganglin' crew For the bonnie blue bonnets are after you All we really want to do Is wish ye's a' guid mornin'!