Capercaillie
Capercaillie
Bonaparte
O merrily on my way,
Go swiftly with little artillery,
To fight with Bonaparte,
' The King of doors was threatened.
Hearty children, let's be cheerful,
Stand up for the honor of your country,
While there is dust and dirt,
Of what should we care?
The cowardice of the faces is not san,
They don't give food to the workers.
People with short ears and kilts,
A scarlet coat on them as a garment; .
In Bruxelles it was told
That there were thousands of French in the house:
I will not lie that it is the truth,
There will be many men forever .
If we had, as we tend to,
The blade of Kin-Ilich on our shoulders,
We would split their heads without ears,
We would beat them with the blows of our fists.
Bonaparte
I'm happy on my journey,
Travelling swiftly without flagging,
Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte,
He it was who threatened King George.
Brave lads, let's be merry,
Stand for the honor of your country,
As long as lead and powder last,
What could worry us?
Cowardice is not in their countenance,
They will never give ground to the boasters.
Men of the short hose and the kilts,
With their uniforms of scarlet coats;
Splendid they were in attack -
They would never yield though wounded.
In Brussels it was told
That the French were coming in their thousands:
I tell no lie but the truth,
any man will be stretched out without breath of life.
If we only had, as was hereditary to us,
The great broadsword with Islay-wrought hilt on our shoulders,
We'd split their heads to their ears,
Pounding them with the smashing of our fists.