| Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
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| Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o?
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| Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
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| Come 'ye by Killiecrankie-o?
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| An' ye had been whaur I hae been
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| Ye wadna been sae cantie-o
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| An' ye had seen what I hae seen
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| On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o
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| I fought at land, I fought at sea
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| At hame I fought my auntie-o
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| But I met the Devil and Dundee
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| On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o
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| The bauld pit cur fell in a furr
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| And Clavers gat a crankie-o
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| Or I had fed an Athol gled
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| On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o
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| Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie
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| I' the brush ayont the brankie-o?
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| Ye’d better kiss’d King Willie’s lofe
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| Than come tae Killiecrankie-o
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| It’s nae shame, it’s nae shame
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| It’s nae shame to shank ye-o
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| There’s sour slaes on Athol braes
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| And the de’ils at Killiecrankie-o |