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