[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