tartan paint, and that's me task complete. ". The gaffer pats me on the head and sends me on me way,. He says, "Don't come back empty handed lad, or I'll have to dock yr pay. " So I gets to the store all
of the brave and proud, land of the free. Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,. The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free. Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,. And
the good old major's hole. . Scottish have invaded our lands again. Delving inside. Take a piece of turf home to show to their wives. Bring in the army. But not of the tartan kind. And give them
