Wha the de'il hae we gotten for a king But a wee, wee German lairdie When we gaed to bring him hame He was delvin' in his yairdie He was sheughing kail an' pu'in' leeks Aye but the hose an' but the breeks Wi' his beggar duds he cleeks Ye wee bit German lairdie
He's clappit doun in our gudeman's chair This wee bit German lairdie An' he's brocht forth o' foreign trash An' dibbled them in his yairdie He's pu'd the rose o' English loons Broke the harp o' Irish clowns Our thistle taps will jag his thumbs Ye wee bit German lairdie
Come up amangst our Hieland Hills Ye wee bit German lairdie An' see the Stuart's lang kail thrive They hae dibbled in our yairdie An' if a stock ye daur to pu' Or haud the yokin' o' a plough We'll break your sceptre owre your mou' Ye wee bit German lairdie
Our hills are steep, our glens are deep Nae fitting for a yairdie Our Norland thistles winna pu' Ye wee bit German lairdie We've the trenching blades o' weir Wad prune ye o' your German gear We'll pass ye 'neath the claymore's shear Ye feckless German lairdie
Scotland, thou'rt ower cauld a hole For nursin' siccan vermin But the very hounds o' the English court They bark, they howl in German So keep thy dibble in thy ain hand Thy spade but an' thy yairdie For wha the de'il now claims your land But a wee, wee German lairdie