To one and all homed in the Glens,
Highlands, Lowlands, citizens.
All hands of each and every Clan,
Each woman, child and kilted man;
Go send a message to Eddie's men,
That maybe they should think again!
From Islay crofters, bothays, lochs,
Time for Scotland awe and shock.
Argyll and Bute here are your orders:
All hail to those who come from Borders!
Gather all your curling stones,
Pick up crowning stone in Scone.
Go send a message to Eddie's men,
That maybe they should think again!
Once more unto the Borders call,
Up and over Hadrian's Wall;
Time to tame marauding throng,
The Thistle with their Flowers' song.
Brute force to calm Robert the Bruce,
Quell and drain of their life's juice;
Soft powerful passing with twinkle toes,
Go flower yourself, oh English Rose!
Message received and understood.
We've thought and Chariots are here for good!
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