Jock MacGraw - Barleyjuice

Behold, I am a soldier bold

And only twenty five years old

A braver warrior never was seen

Frae Inverness tae Gretna Green

When I was young, my father said

He’d apprentice me in decent trade

But I did na' like the job at a'

So I went and joined the Forty-Twa

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw

The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw

But you wid’na frighten Jock MacGraw

The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa!

The sergeant, when he listed me

He winked his e’e and then says he:

«A man like you sae stout and tall

Can ne’er be killed by a cannonball!»

The captain then, when he cam round

He looked me up and looked me down

Then turning to the sergeant, «Why you scamp

You’ve 'listed the bleachfield, oot 'n' tramp.»

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw

The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw

But you wid’na frighten Jock MacGraw

The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa!

At our last fecht, across the sea

The general he sends after me

When I get there and my big gun

Of course the battle, it was won

The enemy all run awa'

They were feared at the likes o' Jock MacGraw

A man like me sae tall and neat

Ye ken yoursel' he could never be beat!

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw

The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw

But you wid’na frighten Jock MacGraw

The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa!

The King then held a grand review

We numbered a thousand and sixty two

The Kilty lads cam marchin' past

And Jock MacGraw cam marchin' last

The royal party grab their sticks

And then began to stretch their necks

Cries the king to the colonel, «Upon my soul

I took that man for a telegraph pole!»

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw

The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw

But you wid’na frighten Jock MacGraw

The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa!