The Rovin Heilandman

I'm a rovin' heilandman a native o' Braemar

And oft I've trod the bonnie hills I'm kenned baith near and far

In monies the lonely valley folk ken Jock Brewer's name

Now I'm bound across the ocean far frae my native hame

It was at the Birk o' Ballater my gun in tae my hand

I quickly was surrounded by six keepers in a band

They thocht they had me taken but little did they know

Jock Brewer the rovin' heilandman would prove their overthrow

Ae nicht I was trepanded by six keepers head in sand

They marched me off tae Aiberdeen by trial for tae stand

Though nane o' my companions bore witness against me

The judge he condemned me tae cross the raging sea

Here's a health tae a' my comrades Jock Brewer winnae name

Success untae a' poachers when they're in search of game

May they a' be aye at liberty tae choose tae fecht or flee

Or tae join the rovin' heilandman condemned tae cross the sea

Here's a health tae a' my comrades tae poachers far and near

May they aye get hare and pheasant and their share o' bonnie deer

May they a' be aye at liberty wi' money at their command

Or tae join the rovin' heilandman bound for Van Diemans land