Letra de Gillie Mor

O horo, the Gillie Mor, whit's the ploy ye're on sae early? Braw news sae tell it fairly, O horo, the Gillie Mor News o him yon muckle callant, whistlin at the smiddy door Tak yer bow for here's yer ballant! O horo, the Gillie Mor O horo, the Gillie Mor, come awa an gie's yer blether Here's a dram'll droun the weather, O horo, the Gillie Mor Sons o birk an pine an rowan, Jocks an Ivans by the score Swappin yarns tae cowe the gowans, O horo, the Gillie Mor O horo, the Gillie Mor, nou's the time the haimmer's ready Haud the tangs, aye haud thaim steady, O horo, the Gillie Mor Gar the iron ring a'bhallich, gar it ring frae shore tae shore Leith tae Kiev, Don tae Gairloch, O horo, the Gillie Mor O horo, the Gillie Mor, here's a weld'll wear forever Our grip thae cannae sever, O horo, the Gillie Mor Ane's the wish yoke's us thegither, ane's the darg that lies afore You an me, the man, the brither - me an you, the Gillie Mor