Think ye can hound me friends so dear,
Ye dark shadow of wrath and fear?
Ah ken ye are brae strong and wily,
And ye treat nay an enemy kindly.
Ye burn mae home and bother me lass,
Yet compared tae mae claymore ye’re second-class.
Ah’ll gird on mae buckler and meet ye in battle,
Ah’ll tan ye hide and drive ye like cattle.
No more shall ye raid our barns and steal our crops,
No more shall ye take our children to the stocks.
We’ll drive ye from house , from farm, from Kirk,
We’ll drive ye to the swamps grimy murk.
For ah am Rakatan,
Ah fear no man.
Ah am Rakatan,
Now leave Scotland!
Ye dark shadow of wrath and fear?
Ah ken ye are brae strong and wily,
And ye treat nay an enemy kindly.
Ye burn mae home and bother me lass,
Yet compared tae mae claymore ye’re second-class.
Ah’ll gird on mae buckler and meet ye in battle,
Ah’ll tan ye hide and drive ye like cattle.
No more shall ye raid our barns and steal our crops,
No more shall ye take our children to the stocks.
We’ll drive ye from house , from farm, from Kirk,
We’ll drive ye to the swamps grimy murk.
For ah am Rakatan,
Ah fear no man.
Ah am Rakatan,
Now leave Scotland!
