This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Here's to the king, sir!
Ye ken wha I mean, sir;
And to every honest man,
That will do't again.
Fill, fill your bumpers high;
Drain drain your glasses dry;
Out upon him, fy! oh ly!
That winna do't again.
Here's to the chieftains
Of the gallant Highland clans!
They ha'e done it mair nor ance,
And will do't again.
Fill, fill, &c.
When you hear the trumpet sound
Tuttie taitie, to the drums;
Up wi' swords and down your guns,
An' to the loons again.
Fill, fill, &c.
Here's to the king o' Swede!
Fresh laurels crown his head!
Shame fa' every sneaking blade,
That winna do't again!
Fill, fill, &c.
But to mak' a things right, now,
He that drinks maun fight, too,
To show his heart's upright, too,
And that he'll do't again!
Fill, fill, &c