Crua Chan

Crua Chan! It was 1745 The highland spirit has revived Mc Dougall here and McDonald there The clans had come from everywhere Singing Fee, fi, fo, fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman Fee, fi,fo, fum!! Come on London, here we come We went all the way down south We were frothing at the mouth Comind down to Derby town We'd beaten everywhere around Singing it Fee, fi, fo, fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman Fee, fi, fo, fum!! Come on London, here we come We ended at Culloden moor Feeling bad and feeling poor The redcoats had chased us there There we died and there we stayed Fee, fi, fo, fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman Fee, fi, fo, fum!! Come on London, here we come The bonnie prince had gonne home He's never gonna come back The bonnie prince is going home He's never gonna come back We'll do it you in Wembley We'll do it you in pubs We're the scotish louts larking about Gracious, gracious, gracious