
Date of issue: 16.03.2018
Song language: English
Jock MacGraw |
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! |