The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Perrrrr
Hoot mon, out of my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Perrrrr
Who can play the drums, is there a piper in the town
Have them put their kilts on and come right down
Ah, you brawny lads, whether you're poor or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
Oh, who's that standing in my path
Arrgghh, don't you know you're face to face with
Robbie McMath, Robbie McMath
Oh, hoot mon, out of my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Perrrrr
I flung Kilcullen and touted McAllen and pretty near crippled McQueen
McDuff used to hide, but I beat up McBride and I belted up Barney
McDean
McGraw and McGregor looked worse than a beggar and had to go home for
A bath
You'll never look nobby by makin' a hobby of sparrin' with Robbie
McMath
Oh, hoot mon, out of my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Perrrrr
Say, Haggis
What is it, McMaggis?
Where are you from, Laddie?
I'm from briarcliff on the heather. It's the station right after
Thistle-On-The-Doon, where are you from, Laddie?
I'm from bristles on the thigh, It comes right after shaving on the leg
Oh, hoot mon, out of my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Perrrrr