Jock MacGraw
(Traditional)

Behold, I am a soldier bold,
And only twenty five years old,
A braver warrior never was seen,
Frae Inverness tae Gretna Green.

When I was young, my father said,
He'd apprentice me in decent trade,
But I did na' like the job at a',
So I went and joined the Forty-Twa.

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa

The sergeant, when he listed me,
He winked his e'e and then says he:
A man like you sae stout and tall,
Can ne'er be killed by a cannonball

The captain then, when he cam round,
He looked me up and looked me down,
Then turning to the sergeant, "Why you scamp,
You've 'listed the bleachfield, oot 'n' tramp."

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa

At our last fecht, across the sea,
The general he sends after me,
When I get there and my big gun,
Of course the battle, it was won.

The enemy all run awa',
They were feared at the likes o' Jock MacGraw,
A man like me sae tall and neat,
Ye ken yoursel' he could never be beat.

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa

The King then held a grand review,
We numbered a thousand and sixty two,
The Kilty lads cam marchin' past,
And Jock MacGraw cam marchin' last.

The royal party grab their sticks,
And then began to stretch their necks,
Cries the king to the colonel, "Upon my soul,
I took that man for a telegraph pole."

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa