Almost everybody likes a singalong and the Society has put together a list of its favourite Scottish singalong tunes to help you do just that when you feel like it.

Some of the songs have more verses than we’ve detailed here, but we’ve kept those songs short in proper singalong style, while some songs are in full.

The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen

When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad,
My mother said to me,
Come see the Northern lights my boy,
They’re bright as they can be.
She called them the heavenly dancers,
Merry dancers in the sky
I’ll never forget that wonderful sight,
They made the heavens bright.

Chorus

Oh the Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me.
The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I’ve been a wand’rer all of my life
And many’s a sight I’ve seen
But speed the day,
When I’m on my way
To my home in Aberdeen.

 

I belong to Glasgow

I’ve been wi’ a couple o’ cronies,
One or two pals o’ my ain;
We went in a hotel,
And we did very well,
And then we came out once again;
Then we went into anither,
And that is the reason I’m fu’;
We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,
Just listen, I’ll sing it to you:

Chorus

I belong to Glasgow,
Dear old Glasgow toon;
But what’s the matter wi’ Glasgow,
For it’s goin’ roun’ and roun’!
I’m only a common old working chap,
As anyone here can see,
But when I get a couple o’ drinks on a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!


Sing-along Medley

Roamin’ in the gloamin’ on the bonnie banks o’ Clyde,
Roamin’ in the gloamin’ wi’ ma lassie by ma side,
When the sun has gone to rest, that’s the time that I like best,
O, it’s lovely roamin’ in the gloamin’!

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I love a lassie,
A bonnie, bonnie lassie,
She’s as pure as the lily in the dell,
She’s as sweet as the heather,
The bonnie bloomin’ heather,
Mary, my Scots Bluebell.

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Will ye stop yer ticklin’, Jock
Will ye stop yer ticklin’, Jock
Dinna mak me laugh sae hearty
Or ye’ll mak me choke.
Oh, I wish ye’d stop yer nonsense.
Wid ye look at a’ the folk,
Will ye stop yer ticklin,
Tickalick-alick-alin,
Stop yer ticklin, Jock.

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Just a wee deoch an’ doris,
Just a wee dram, that’s a’.
Just a wee deoch an’ doris,
Before we gang awa’.
There’s a wee wifie waiting,
In a wee but-n-ben.
If you can say “It’s a braw, bricht,
moonlicht nicht,”
Then you’re a’ richt, ye ken!

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He’s a braw braw hielan’ laddie
Private Jock McDade
There’s not anither soger like him in the Scots Brigade
Rear’d amang the heather, you can see he’s Scottish built
By the wig, wig, wiggle, waggle o’ the kilt

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Wi’ a hundred pipers, an a’, an’ a’,
Wi’ a hundred pipers, an a’, an’ a’,
We’ll up an’ gie them a blaw, a blaw
Wi’ a hundred pipers, an a’, an’ a’.
O it’s owre the border awa’, awa’
It’s owre the border awa’, awa’,
We’ll on an’ we’ll march to Carlisle ha’
Wi’ its yetts, its castle an’ a’, an a’.


Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

Chorus

O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

‘Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.

 

Bonnie Wee Jeannie McColl

Chorus

For it’s a fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass,
Is bonnie wee Jeannie McColl;
I gave her my mother’s engagement ring
And a bonnie wee tartan shawl.
I met her at a waddin’
In the Co-operative Hall
I wis the best man
And she was the belle of the ball.

The very first nicht I met her,
She was awfy, awfy shy,
The rain cam’ pourin’ doon,
But she was happy, so was I.
We ran like mad for shelter,
An’ we landed up a stair,
The rain cam’ poorin’ oot o’ ma breeks,
But och I didna care:

Chorus

Well, noo I’ve wad ma Jeannie,
An’ we’re bless’d wae bairnies three,
Twa dochters and a bonny wee lad,
That sits upon ma knee.
They’re right wee holy terrors,
An’ they’re never still for lang,
But they sit an’ listen every nicht,
While I sing this sang:

Chorus


A Gordon for Me

I’m Geordie MacKay o’ the HLI
I’m fond of the lassies and a drappie forbye,
One day when out walking I chanced to see,
A bonnie wee lass wi’ a glint in her ee’
Says I to the lassie “Will you walk for a while?
I’ll buy you a bonnet and we’ll do it in style,
My kilt is Mackenzie o’ the HLI.”
She look’d at me shyly and said wi’ a sigh.

Chorus

A Gordon for me, a Gordon for me,
If ye’re no a Gordon ye’re no use to me.
The Black Watch are braw, the Seaforths and a’
But the cocky wee Gordon’s the pride o’ them a’.

I courted that girl on the banks of the Dee,
I made up my mind she was fashioned for me,
Soon I was a’ thinking how nice it would be
If she would consent to get married to me.
The day we were wed, the grass was so green,
The sun was as bright as the light in her ‘een,
Now we’ve two bonnie lassies who sit on her knee,
While she sings the song she once sang to me.

Chorus

 

We’re No’ Awa Tae Bide Awa

Chorus

For we’re no’ awa tae bide awa,
We’re no’ awa tae leave ye,
We’re no’ awa tae bide awa,
We’ll aye come back a see ye.

As I gaed doon the Overgate
I met wee Johnny Scobie,
Says me tae him, will ye hae a dram,
He says “man that’s ma hobbie”.

Chorus


Mairi’s Wedding

Over hillways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheiling through the town
All for sake of Mairi.

Chorus

Step we gaily, off we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and off we go
All for Mairi’s wedding.

Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That’s the toast for Mairi.

Chorus

Cheeks as bright as rowans are
Brighter far than any star,
Fairest o’ them all by far
That’s my darlin’ Mairi.

Chorus

 

Westering Home

Chorus

Westering home wi’ a song in the air
Light in the eye and it’s goodbye to care
Laughter o’ love and a welcoming there
Isle of my heart, my own one.

Tell me o’ lands o’ the Orient gay,
Speak o’ the riches and joys o’ Cathay,
Aye, but it’s grand to be walkin’ each day
And find yourself nearer to Islay.

Chorus

And its westering home wi’ a song in the air
Light in the eye and it’s goodbye to care
Laughter o’ love and a welcoming there
Isle of my heart, my own one.

Where are the folks like the folks o’ the west?
Canty an’ couthy and kindly, the best
There I would hie me and there I would rest
At home wi’ my ain folks in Isla.


The Road to the Isles

A far croonin’ is pullin’ me away*
As take I wi’ my cromak to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin’ love on me
As step I wi’ the sunlight for my load.

Chorus

Sure, by Tummel and Loch Rannoch
And Lochaber I will go.
By heather tracks wi’ heaven in their wiles;
If it’s thinkin’ in your inner heart
Braggart’s in my step,
You’ve never smelt the tangle o’ the Isles.
O, the far Coolins are puttin’ love on me.
As step I wi’ my cromak to the lsles.

Chorus

It’s the blue Islands are pullin’ me away,
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
The blue Islands from the Skerries to the Lews,
Wi’ heather honey taste upon each name.

Chorus

 

Skye Boat Song

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled the foe stand on the shore
Follow they will not dare.

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.


The Hiking Song

Oh’ the wanderlust is on me
And tonight I strike the trail
And the morning sun will find me
In the lovely Lomond Vale
Then I’ll hike it through Glen Falloch
Where the mountain breezes blow
And we’ll drum up in the evening
In the valley of Glencoe.

Chorus

Then swing along to a hiking song
On the highway winding west
Tramping highland glens and bracken bens
To greet the Isles we love the best

Islay, Jura, Scarba, Lunga
And the islands o’ the sea,
Luing, Mull, C olonsay, staffa,
Coll, Iona and Tiree,
Sgurr of Eigg and Rhum and Canna
And the Minch waves rolling high
And the heather tinted Cuillins
Of the lovely Isle of Skye

Chorus

 

Come In, Come in

In the land called Caledonia,
There are certain things you say
To express your feelings freely,
In the good old Scottish way
“Haste ye back” means call again soon
“And here’s tae us” means good cheer
But these simple words of welcome,
Are the ones I long to hear.

Chorus

Come in, come in, it’s nice to see ye
How’s yersel?  Yer looking grand
Tak a seat and hae a drammie,
Man you’re welcome, here’s ma hand


These Are My Mountains

For fame and for fortune,
I wandered the earth
And now I’ve come back to
The land of my birth.
I’ve brought back my treasures
But only to find,
They’re less than the pleasures
I first left behind.

Chorus

For these are my mountains,
And this is my glen
The braes of my childhood
,
Will know me again
No land’s ever claimed me,
Tho far I did roam
For these are my mountains,
And I’m going home.

Kind faces will meet me
And welcome me in,
And how they will greet me
My ain kith and kin.
This night round the ingle
Old songs will be sung
At last I’ll be hearing
My ain mother tongue.

Chorus

 

The Song of the Clyde

Chorus

Oh the river Clyde, the wonderful Clyde
The name of it thrills me and fills me with pride
And I’m satisfied whate’er may betide
The sweetest of songs is the song of the Clyde

I sing of a river I’m happy beside
The song that I sing is the song of the Clyde
Of all Scottish rivers it’s dearest to me
It flows from Leadhills all the way to the sea.

It borders the orchards of Lanark so fair
Meanders through meadows with sheep grazing there
But from Glasgow to Greenock, in towns on each side
The hammers ding-dong is the song of the Clyde

Chorus


Uist Tramping Song

O gaily sings the lark,
And the sky is all awake
With the promise of the day,
For the road we gladly take;
So it’s heel and toe and forward,
Bidding farewell to the town,
For the welcome that awaits us
Ere the sun goes down.

Chorus

Come along, come along,
Let us foot it out together,
Come along, come along,
Be it fair or stormy weather,
With the hills of home before us
And the purple of the heather,
Let us sing in happy chorus,
Come along, come along.

It’s the call of sea and shore,
It’s the tang of bog and peat,
And the scent of brier and myrtle
That puts magic in our feet;
So it’s on we go rejoicing,
Over bracken, over stile,
And it’s soon we will be tramping
Out the last long mile.

Chorus

 

Killiecrankie

Whaur hae ye been sae braw lad
Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o
Whaur hae ye been sae braw lad
Cam ye by Killiecrankie-o

Chorus

An ye hae been whaur I hae been
Ye wadna been sae cantie-o
An ye hae seen what I hae seen,
On the braes o’ Killiecrankie-o

I fought on land, I fought on sea
At hame I fought my auntie-o
But I met the devil and Dundee
On the braes o’ Killiecrankie-o

Chorus

 

Red, Red Rose

O my love is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my love is like a melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only love!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

 

Scots Wha’ Hae

Scots, wha’ hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Scots wham Bruce has often led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to Victorie!
Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front o’ battle lour,
See approach proud Edward’s pow’r
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland’s King and law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw?
Freeman stand, or freeman fa’?
Let him follow me!

By oppression’s woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurper low!
Tyrants fall in ev’ry foe!
Liberty’s in ev’ry blow!
Let us do or die!


The Wild Mountain Thyme

O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly bloomin’
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

Chorus

And we’ll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go, lassie, go?

Chorus

 

Campbeltown Loch

Chorus

Oh, CampbeltownLoch, I wish you were whisky,
CampbeltownLoch, och aye!
Oh,
CampbeltownLoch, I wish you were whisky,
I would drink you dry.

Now, Campbeltown Loch is a beautiful place,
But the price of the whisky is grim;
How nice it would be if the whisky was free,
And the loch was full up to the brim.

Chorus

Now, I’d buy a yacht with the money I’ve got,
And I’d anchor her out in the bay;
If I wanted a nip, I’d go in for a dip,
I’d be swimming by night and by day.

Chorus

But what’s this I see, ochone for me,
It’s a vision to make your blood freeze;
It’s the polis afloat, in a durty big boat,
And shoutin’ “Time, gentlemen, please!”

Chorus


Donald Whar’s yer Troosers

I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye,
I’m no very big and I’m awfy shy,
And the lassies shout when I go by,
“Donald whar’s yer troosers.”

Chorus

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go,
And all the lassies shout hello
Donald whar’s yer troosers.

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feart that I would fall
Fur I hadna on ma’ troosers

Chorus

I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying “Donald where’s your trousers”.

Chorus

To wear the kilt is my delight
It isna wrong, I know its right
The islanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the troosers.

Chorus

They’d like to wed me everywan
Just let them catch me if they can
You canna tak’ the breeks aff a Hielan’ man
For I dinna wear the troosers.

Chorus


Flower O’ Scotland

O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen.
And stood against him,
Proud Edward’s army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

The hills are bare now,
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O’er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him,
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again!
That stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen.
And stood against him,
Proud Edward’s army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.


Scotland the Brave

Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro’ the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Chorus

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame!
High may your proud standards gloriously wave!
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever!
Scotland the brave!

High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden’s eyes.

Chorus

Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

Chorus