Argyll is my name

Argyll is my name, and you may think it strange,

To live at a court, yet never to change;

A' falsehood and flattery I do disdain,

In my secret thoughts nae guile does remain.

My king and my country's foes I have faced,

In city or battle I ne'er was disgraced;

I do every thing for my country's weal,

And feast upon bannocks o' barley meal.

Adieu to the courtie of London town,

For to my ain countrie I will gang down;

At the sight of Kirkaldy ance again,

I'll cock up my bonnet, and march amain.

O, the muckle deil tak' a' your noise and strife:

I'm fully resolved for a country life,

Whare a' the braw lasses, wha ken me weel,

Will feed me wi' bannocks o' barley meal.

I will quickly lay down my sword and my gun,

And put my blue bonnet and my plaidie on;

With my silk tartan hose, and leather-heel'd shoon,

And then I will look like a sprightly loon.

And when I'm sae dress'd frae tap to tae,

To meet my dear Maggie I vow I will gae,

Wi' target and hanger hung down to my heel;

And I'll feast upon bannocks o' barley meal.

I'll buy a rich garment to gi'e to my dear,

A ribbon o' green for Maggie to wear;

And mony thing brawer than that I declare,

Gin she will gang wi' me to Paisley fair.

And when we are married, I'll keep her a cow,

And Maggie will milk when I gae to plow;

We'll live a' the winter on beef and lang kail,

And feast upon bannocks o' barley meal.

Gin Maggie should chance to bring me a son,

He'll fight for his king, as his daddy has done;

He'll hie him to Flanders, some breeding to learn,

And then hame to Scotland, and get him a farm.

And there we will live by our industry,

And wha'll be sae happy as Maggie and me?

We'll a' grow as fat as a Norway seal,

Wi' our feasting on bannocks o' barley meal.

Then fare ye weel, citizens, noisy men,

Wha jolt in your coaches to Drury Lane;

Ye bucks o' Bear-garden, I bid you adieu,

For drinking and swearing, I leave it to you.

I'm fairly resolved for a country life,

And nae langer will live in hurry and strife;

I'll aff to the Highlands as hard's I can reel,

And whang at the bannocks o' barley meal.