1.
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's a health to them that's awa!
And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,
May never guid luck be their fa'!
It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause
And bide by the buff and the blue.
2.
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's a health to them that's awa!
Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan,
Altho' that his band be sma'!
May Liberty meet wi' success,
May Prudence protect her frae evil!
May tyrants and Tyranny tine i' the mist
And wander their way to the Devil!
3.
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's a health to them that's awa!
Here's a health to Tammie, the Norlan' laddie,
That lives at the lug o' the Law!
Here's freedom to them that wad read,
Here's freedom to them that would write!
There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard
But they whom the truth would indite!
4.
Here's a health to them that's awa,
And here's to them that's awa!
Here's to Maitland and Wycombe! Let wha does
na like 'em
Be built in a hole in the wa'!
Here's timmer that's red at the heart,
Here's fruit that is sound at the core,
And may be that wad turn the buff and blue coat
Be turn'd to the back o' the door!
5.
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's a health to them that's awa!
Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a chieftain worth gowd,
Tho' bred amang mountains o' snaw!
Here's friends on baith sides o' the Firth,
And friends on baith sides o' the Tweed,
And wha wad betray old Albion's right,
May they never eat of her bread!

Here is a toast to them that are away,
Here is a toast to them that are away!
And who will not wish good luck to our cause,
May never good luck be their fall (lot)!
It is good to be merry and wise,
It is good to be honest and true,
It is good to support Caledonia's cause
And stand by the buff and the blue.

Here is a toast to them that are away,
Here is a toast to them that are away!
Here is a health to Charlie, the chief of the clan,
Although that his band be small!
May Liberty meet with success,
May Prudence protect her from evil!
May tyrants and Tyranny be lost in the mist
And wander their way to the Devil!

Here is a toast to them that are away,
Here is a toast to them that are away!
Here is a health to Tammie, the Northland lad,
That lives at the ear of the Law!
Here is freedom to them that would read,
Here is freedom to them that would write!
There is none ever feared that the truth should be heard
But they whom the truth would indict!

Here is a toast to them that are away,
And here to them that are away!
Here is to Maitland and Wycombe! Let who does
not like them
Be built in a hole in the wall!
Here is timber that is red at the heart,
Here is fruit that is sound at the core,
And may be that would turn the buff and blue coat
Be turned to the back of the door!

Here is a toast to them that are away,
Here is a toast to them that are away!
Here is Chieftain M'Leod, a chieftain worth gold,
Though bred among mountains of snow!
Here is friends on both sides of the Firth,
And friends on both sides of the Tweed,
And who would betray old Albion's right,
May they never eat of her bread!