Tune - "The King Of France, He Rade A Race." I. Amang The Trees, Where Humming Bees At Buds And Flowers Were Hinging, O, Auld Caledon Drew Out Her Drone, And To Her Pipe Was Singing, O; 'Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspey, Or Reels, She Dirl'D Them Aff Fu' Clearly, O, When There Cam A Yell O' Foreign Squeels, That Dang Her Tapsalteerie, O. Ii. Their Capon Craws And Queer Ha Ha'S, They Made Our Lugs Grow Eerie, O; The Hungry Bike Did Scrape And Pike, 'Till We Were Wae And Weary, O; But A Royal Ghaist Wha Ance Was Cas'D A Prisoner Aughteen Year Awa, He Fir'D A Fiddler In The North That Dang Them Tapsalteerie, O.