Oh Montrose oh Montrose
They say that ye dance well
There are those who will never rest
Until ye dance in hell
.
At Tippermuir and Aberdeen
They remember you where there
On Alford and on Auldearn muir
Ye played them awfy sair
.
The bold Argyle he rued the day
On the Inverlochy field
When ye chased him frae the castle
And yer fate was surely sealed
.
Ye held this land within yer hand
North South East and West
Six thousand men on Kilsyth field
Ye left them their to rest
.
In Leslie ye met yer match
In the rout of Philiphaugh
And Invercarron saw the end
On that bloody field of gore
.
Aye there ye stand on gallows high
In Edinburgh toon
And yer enemies in the high street thrang
Tae see ye tumbling doon
.
Oh Montrose oh Montrose
They say that ye dance well
There are those who will never rest
Until ye dance in hell
.
Oh Montrose oh Montrose
They sae that your in hell
If there’s any man who surely can
You’ll be dancing there as well