The Hielan' Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ten thousand Roman sodgers
To the Hielans they came North.
And they had conquered millions
Frae the Tiber tae the Forth.
They landed near Loch Lomond
For the night they thought they'd lie,
But frae somewhere on the Cobbler Hill,
They heard this terrible cry.

Chorus
Gregali, Gregaloo!
Come up and fight ya cowardly crew,
I'll have you for my pot of stew;
You're fear tae fight wi' me!

On top was a bearded Hielan'man
Wi' a kilt and a big claymore;
He looked a bit ferocious
So old Caesar sent up four.
Then he sat doon tae supper
By the bright light o' the moon,
But he lost his taste for vino
When four heids came rollin' doon.

Then he sent up Mark Anthony
Wi' another fifty-five:
'Go bring tae me that rascal's heid,
Or I'II have ye skinned alive!'
They heard a clash o' metal then
Until the night was done;
But then there came this terrible cry
Wi' the risin' o' the sun.

He next sent up a thousand men
This Hielan'man tae crack;
But oot o' a' that thousand
There was only one came back.
‘0 Caesar,’ screamed the sodger
Wi' his heid a' black and blue,
'That rascal has been kiddin' us,
There's not just one- but two!'

So Caesar picked his suitcase up
And he ran southwards then.
He was doin' eighty miles an hour
But he couldnae catch his men.
Now maybe you will wonder
Why I've told this tale at all;
Well, it has a simple moral
And they call it -
HADRIAN'S WALL!