For ye've feather beds an carpet rooms -
Could ye no pit doon a wee German lairdie?
For a better Prince sure than ever he was
Lay amangst the heather wi the kilt and plaidie

Refrain: King fareweel, noo fareweel
It's a' to gaird our king, fareweel

It was on Prestonpans where we drew our plans
Where the Heilan' lads were lyin ready
An wi the wind o the sky we sure made them fly
Wi every shake that we gien our plaidie

Aye, it was on Prestonpans where we drew our plans
Where many's a braw lad lost his daddy
Where wi the wind o the sky we made them fly
Wi every shake that we gien our plaidie