Sir Morgan O’Doherty’s Farewell to Scotland and The Reply to Sir Morgan O’Doherty’s Farewell to Scotland Songtext
von The McCalmans

Farewell, farewell, beggarly Scotland
Cold and beggarly poor country
If ever I cross thy border again
The muckle De′il must carry me

There's but one tree in a′ the land
And that's the bonnie gallows tree
The very nowte look to the south
And wish that they had wings to flee

Go, get thee gone, thou dastardly loon
Go, get thee to thine own country
If ever you cross the Border again
The muckle De'il accompany thee

There′s mony a tree in fair Scotland
And there is ane, the gallows tree
On which we hang the Irish rogues
A fitting place it is for thee


Farewell, farewell, beggarly Scotland
Brose and bannocks, crowdy and kale
Welcome, welcome, jolly old England
Laughing lasses and foaming ale

′Twas when I came to merry Carlisle
That out I laughed loud laughters three
And if I cross the Sark again
The muckle De'il maun carry me

Go, get thee gone, thou dastardly loon
Too good for thee is brose and kale
We′ve lads and ladies gay in the land
Bonnie lassies, and nut-brown ale

When thou goest to merry Carlisle
Welcome take thy loud laughters three
But know that the most of our beggarly clan
Come from the holy land, like thee

Farewell, farewell, beggarly Scotland
Kiltit kimmers, wi' carroty hair
Pipers, who beg that your honours would buy
A bawbee′s worth of their famished air


I'd rather keep Cadwaller′s goats
And feast upon toasted cheese and leeks
Than go back again to the beggarly North
To herd 'mang loons with bottomless breeks

Go, get thee gone, thou beggarly loon
On thee our maidens refused to smile
Our pipers they scorn'd to beg from thee
A half-starved knight of the Emerald Isle

Go rather and herd thy father′s pigs
And feed on taters and buttermilk
But return not to the princely North
Land of the tartan, the bonnet and kilt

Farewell, farewell, beggarly Scotland
Cold and beggarly poor country
If ever I cross thy border again
The muckle De′il must carry me