Gillie Mor

O horo, the Gillie Mor, whit's the ploy ye're on sae early?

Braw news sae tell it fairly, O horo, the Gillie Mor

News o him yon muckle callant, whistlin at the smiddy door

Tak yer bow for here's yer ballant! O horo, the Gillie Mor

O horo, the Gillie Mor, come awa an gie's yer blether

Here's a dram'll droun the weather, O horo, the Gillie Mor

Sons o birk an pine an rowan, Jocks an Ivans by the score

Swappin yarns tae cowe the gowans, O horo, the Gillie Mor

O horo, the Gillie Mor, nou's the time the haimmer's ready

Haud the tangs, aye haud thaim steady, O horo, the Gillie Mor

Gar the iron ring a'bhallich, gar it ring frae shore tae shore

Leith tae Kiev, Don tae Gairloch, O horo, the Gillie Mor

O horo, the Gillie Mor, here's a weld'll wear forever

Our grip thae cannae sever, O horo, the Gillie Mor

Ane's the wish yoke's us thegither, ane's the darg that lies afore

You an me, the man, the brither - me an you, the Gillie Mor