Jock Macgraw Lyrics

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!

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