Ewan MacColl — Will Ye Go to Sherriffmuir

[Verse 1] Will ye go to Sheriffmuir Bauld John o Innisture? There to see the noble Mar And his Heiland laddies A’ the true men o the north Angus, Huntly, and Seaforth Scouring on tae cross the Forth Wi their white cock-a-dies [Verse 2] There you’ll see the banners flare There you’ll hear the bagpipes rare And the trumpets deadly blare Wi the cannon’s rattle There you’ll see the bold McCraws Cameron’s and Clanronald’s raws A’ the clans wi loud huzzas Rushing tae thе battle [Verse 3] There you’ll see thе noble Whigs A’ the heroes o the brigs Raw hides and withered wigs Riding in array, man Rien hose and raggit hools Psalm-books and cutty stools We’ll see never mair, man [Verse 4] Will ye go to Sheriffmuir Bold John o’ Innisture? Sic a day and sic an hour Neir was in the north man Siccan sichts will there be seen; And gin some be nae mistaen Fragrant gales will come bedeen Frae the water o Forth, man