The Wee Wee German Lairdie

Wha the de'il hae we gotten for a king
 But a wee, wee German lairdie
 When we gaed to bring him hame
 He was delvin' in his yairdie
 He was sheughing kail an' pu'in' leeks
 Aye but the hose an' but the breeks
 Wi' his beggar duds he cleeks
 Ye wee bit German lairdie
 He's clappit doun in our gudeman's chair
 This wee bit German lairdie
 An' he's brocht forth o' foreign trash
 An' dibbled them in his yairdie
 He's pu'd the rose o' English loons
 Broke the harp o' Irish clowns
 Our thistle taps will jag his thumbs
 Ye wee bit German lairdie
 Come up amangst our Hieland Hills
 Ye wee bit German lairdie
 An' see the Stuart's lang kail thrive
 They hae dibbled in our yairdie
 An' if a stock ye daur to pu'
 Or haud the yokin' o' a plough
 We'll break your sceptre owre your mou'
 Ye wee bit German lairdie
 Our hills are steep, our glens are deep
 Nae fitting for a yairdie
 Our Norland thistles winna pu'
 Ye wee bit German lairdie
 We've the trenching blades o' weir
 Wad prune ye o' your German gear
 We'll pass ye 'neath the claymore's shear
 Ye feckless German lairdie
 Scotland, thou'rt ower cauld a hole
 For nursin' siccan vermin
 But the very hounds o' the English court
 They bark, they howl in German
 So keep thy dibble in thy ain hand
 Thy spade but an' thy yairdie
 For wha the de'il now claims your land
 But a wee, wee German lairdie