John of Brackadale

Came ye o'er by Moravich ?

Saw ye John of Brackadale ?
At his nose a siller quaich,
At his knee a water pail !
Copper nose and haffets grey,
Bald head and bosom hale,
John has drunken usquebae,
Mair than a' Loch Brackadale !
Hey John ! ho John !
Hey John of Brackadale !

Hey John ! ho John !

Waes me gin ye should fail,
Auld John, bauld John,
Brave John of Brackadale !

But John will wear away,
And the weary usquebae
Will grow cheaper by a third
When they delve him in the yird !

Oh, the gay hearts at Portree
Will lament sair for thee !
And I mysel raise sic a wail
A' the rocks of Sky shall peal !
Hey John ! ho John ! &c