1 Frae John o’ Groats tay Gretna Green,
2 Frae Dunvegan tay Aberdeen,
3 There is nae castle ye ha’ seen
4 That can compare tay Saddell.
5 Built by the Bishop o’ Argyll,
6 Frae solid stone in sturdy style;
7 You’re welcome there tay bide a while
8 Wi’ Campbell gurruls at Saddell.
9 Then will ye take a lass in hand
10 And set oot fair across the land,
11 Returning hame along the strand
12 That stretches oot ‘neath Saddell?
13 Or hae ye nae got pluck enough,
14 Or do ye fear a Scot’s rebuff?
15 For courting lassies can be tough,
16 The Miss Campbell, belles o’ Saddell.
VERSE 2.
17 The first was Ursula Campbell,
18 Me faither, Hugh, deemed she was swell,
19 Alas, alack, ‘twas nae all well
20 For lovers there at Saddell.
21 And then blew in a blustry Gale;
22 Hae ye nay heard Fiona’s tale?
23 Around the world she’s doomed to sail,
24 She’s nae content wi’ Saddell.
25 I’ll gamble that ye ken our Jean,
26 As yet unsnatched, the midnicht queen,
27 In daylicht ewers she’s only seen
28 Sunbathing nude at Saddell.
29 Diana wi’ a tennis ball
30 Cries, “That was oot, och pish it, Paul!”
31 Fine Campbell women, een and all,
32 The Miss Campbell, belles o’ Saddell.
Song by Paul Tracey.
Original melody by Robert Mackintosh.(1745-1807)
Discovered on line by Fiona Campbell
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