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Words and music by Sir Harry Lauder
I'll
never forget the day I went and join'd the "Ninety third"
The chums I used to run with said
they thought I look'd absurd.
As they saluted me, and gather'd round me in a ring,
And as I wagg'd my tartan
kilt they a' began to sing-
Chorus
He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie, Private Jock McDade.
There's not anither soger
like him in the Scotch Brigade.
Rear'd amang the heather, you can see he's Scottish
built,
By the wig, wig,
wiggle, wiggle, waggle o' the kilt.
I'll never forget the day we were
order'd on review.
The king
came down to see us, and the queen was with him too.
As I march'd by the royal coach
the king just shook his head.
The queen put on her royal spec's and look'd at me
and said-
Chorus
He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie, Private Jock McDade.
There's not anither soger
like him in the Scotch Brigade.
Rear'd amang the heather, you can see he's Scottish
built,
By the wig, wig,
wiggle, wiggle, waggle o' the kilt.
I'll never forget the day we went
away to camp.
But the sun
was hot, I drank a lot, I was nearly dead with cramp.
I'm very nearly certain sure I
would have died that day,
But the thing that saved my life was when the band began to play-
Chorus
He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie,
Private Jock McDade.
There's not anither soger like him in the Scotch Brigade.
Rear'd amang the heather, you can
see he's Scottish built,
By
the wig, wig, wiggle, wiggle, waggle o' the kilt. |
