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It was seven-hundred and fourty-five
The highland spirit was civillined
Mc'Donald then, Mc'Faland there
We are gonna cut England's hair, singing
Fi-fa-fu-fa
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Fi-fa-fu-fa
Come on London, here we come
We went down through the Scotland woods
Through the bar and through the doors
Fighting all the way
No one's fighting English way, singing
Fi-fa-fu-fa
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Fi-fa-fu-fa
Come on London, here we come
Come on, show me
Scotsway!
We came down to Tomintoul
Found the red coats on the round
Mc'Faland then, Mc'Donald there
It shoot men out many there, Who's saying?
Fi-fa-fu-fa
I smell the blood of a Scotsman
Fi-fa-fu-fa
Come on highlands, here we come