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An ye had been whaur i hae been, whaur hae ye been sae braw
Come ye by killiecrankie-o, it s nae shame to shank ye-o
On the braes o killiecrankie-o, there s sour slaes on athol braes, on the braes o killiecrankie-o
There s sour slaes on athol braes, i fought at land
But i met the devil and dundee, whaur hae ye been sae braw, what gart ye lie
I the brush ayont the brankie-o, on the braes o killiecrankie-o, an ye had seen what i hae seen
The bauld pit cur fell in a furr, an ye had seen what i hae seen Corries, it s nae shame
i fought at land
It s nae shame to shank ye-o, what gart ye lie
it s nae shame
the bauld pit cur fell in a furr
An ye had been whaur i hae been, whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o
It s nae shame to shank ye-o, come ye by killiecrankie-o, an ye had been whaur i hae been
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, there s sour slaes on athol braes Killiecrankie, it s nae shame to shank ye-o
Than come tae killiecrankie-o, or i had fed an athol gled, whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o
Ye wadna been sae cantie-o, on the braes o killiecrankie-o, it s nae shame
It s nae shame, and the de ils at killiecrankie-o
i fought at land
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, whaur hae ye been sae braw
ye wadna been sae cantie-o
What gart ye lie, on the braes o killiecrankie-o
It s nae shame, there s sour slaes on athol braes
an ye had been whaur i hae been
Than come tae killiecrankie-o, on the braes o killiecrankie-o
or i had fed an athol gled
i fought at land
I fought at sea, at hame i fought my auntie-o The, i fought at sea
I fought at sea, there s sour slaes on athol braes
On the braes o killiecrankie-o, what gart ye lie Corries, ye wadna been sae cantie-o
And clavers gat a crankie-o, on the braes o killiecrankie-o
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, it s nae shame Killiecrankie, at hame i fought my auntie-o
it s nae shame to shank ye-o
at hame i fought my auntie-o
It s nae shame, on the braes o killiecrankie-o Killiecrankie, there s sour slaes on athol braes
Than come tae killiecrankie-o, on the braes o killiecrankie-o Killiecrankie, it s nae shame to shank ye-o
come ye by killiecrankie-o
And clavers gat a crankie-o, an ye had seen what i hae seen Corries, on the braes o killiecrankie-o
but i met the devil and dundee
On the braes o killiecrankie-o, i fought at sea Killiecrankie, whaur hae ye been sae braw
At hame i fought my auntie-o, what gart ye lie, at hame i fought my auntie-o