The Wee Wee German Lairdie - Old Blind Dogs

Wha the de’il hae we gotten for a king

But a wee, wee German lairdie

When we gaed to bring him hame

He was delvin' in his yairdie

He was sheughing kail an' pu’in' leeks

Aye but the hose an' but the breeks

Wi' his beggar duds he cleeks

Ye wee bit German lairdie

He’s clappit doun in our gudeman’s chair

This wee bit German lairdie

An' he’s brocht forth o' foreign trash

An' dibbled them in his yairdie

He’s pu’d the rose o' English loons

Broke the harp o' Irish clowns

Our thistle taps will jag his thumbs

Ye wee bit German lairdie

Come up amangst our Hieland Hills

Ye wee bit German lairdie

An' see the Stuart’s lang kail thrive

They hae dibbled in our yairdie

An' if a stock ye daur to pu'

Or haud the yokin' o' a plough

We’ll break your sceptre owre your mou'

Ye wee bit German lairdie

Our hills are steep, our glens are deep

Nae fitting for a yairdie

Our Norland thistles winna pu'

Ye wee bit German lairdie

We’ve the trenching blades o' weir

Wad prune ye o' your German gear

We’ll pass ye 'neath the claymore’s shear

Ye feckless German lairdie

Scotland, thou’rt ower cauld a hole

For nursin' siccan vermin

But the very hounds o' the English court

They bark, they howl in German

So keep thy dibble in thy ain hand

Thy spade but an' thy yairdie

For wha the de’il now claims your land

But a wee, wee German lairdie