The MacPhersons of the Highlands
A proud clan, loved to wear
The tartans of the family
And show them when they marched
In boastful numbers during the parades

Angus was a good man who
Caught the eye of the bonnie lass
Fiona MacLaren
He took her rowing on the lach
When a haddock jumped in the boat

They took it back to the Manor
To make a cullen skink to eat
And after, Angus played the pipes
And Fiona wove the lace
On a large loom by the fire