Dick Gaughan Follow

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 them 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 they 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