Lyrics

For ye've feather beds an carpet rooms - Could ye no pit doon a wee German lairdie? For a better Prince sure than ever he was Lay amangst the heather wi the kilt and plaidie Refrain: King fareweel, noo fareweel It's a' to gaird our king, fareweel It was on Prestonpans where we drew our plans Where the Heilan' lads were lyin ready An wi the wind o the sky we sure made them fly Wi every shake that we gien our plaidie Aye, it was on Prestonpans where we drew our plans Where many's a braw lad lost his daddy Where wi the wind o the sky we made them fly Wi every shake that we gien our plaidie