Come charge up your glasses and lets drink a toast,

To the bold Scottish heroes and the proud Scottish host,

To the battles we've won and the few that we've lost

Here's a health to the back of Schiehallion.

 

Chorus :

Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling,

Across the Great Glen to the coast of Argyll.

The Lowlands, The Highlands, The Borders, The Islands,

I'll drink to the back of Schiehallion.

 

The bluebell of Scotland is hanging her head,

And the lion once rampant is lying like dead.

They grieve for their country whose courage has fled

Far awa' tae the back of Schiehallion.

 

God speed the day when the Scots shall awake,

The fetters of England to crack and to break.

And stand by the freedom their birthright to take

Here's a health to the back of Schiehallion.