A wet sheet and a flowing sea, / A wind that follows fast / And fills the white and rustling sail / And bends the gallant mast. |
It's hame and it's hame, hame fain wad I be, / O, hame, hame, hame to my ain countree! |
Wha the deil hae we got for a king, / But a wee, wee German lairdie! |
While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. |