I will go, I will go, when the fighting is over To the land o' McLeod that I left to be a soldier, I will go, I will go.
When the King's son came along, he called us a' together, Saying, "Brave Highland men, will ye fight for my father?" I will go, I will go
I've a buckle on my belt, a sword in my scabbard, A red coat on my back and a shilling in my pocket, I will go, I will go.
When we landed on the shore and saw the foreign heather, We knew that some would fall and would stay there forever, I will go, I will go.
(sing slowly: ad lib) When we came back to the glen, the winter was turning, Our goods lay in the snow and our houses were burning. I will go, I will go. (chorus)