I love Scotland's Glens, and whatever else we lose
Please leave us our Glens, our glorious Glens
Our mountains are grand, Ben Lomond, Ben Nevis too
You can have all these Bens, but leave us our Glens
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronach, Glen Grant
Can you do without them, if you must know, I can't
Put a drop in a glass of Glenfyne or Glen Drottar
It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water
I'd willingly lose our culture or most of it
For instance, that mess called Full Highland Dress
With the whole ethnic bit, with haggis and Hogmanay
I'd gladly dispense, but leave us our Glens
Glenfarclas, Glen Lochy, Glen Garioch, Glen Faul
I once knew a man who had sampled them all
Glen Ugie, Glenkinchie, Glen Isla, that's plenty
He looked sixty-five, but in fact he was twenty
Take our Highland Schottische, or marches, strathspeys and reels
Take our old Scottish Waltz, but leave us our malts
Remove if you will, our Ladies' conveniences
And our Gentlemen's, but leave us our Glens
Glenturret, Glen Scotia and last week Glen Fyne
Was rare at communion when we ran out of wine
Glenglassoch, Glen Lossie, Glendullan, Glenmorangie
I prefer them to Cointreau which I find too orangey
Oh, breathes there a Scot whose views and priorities
When laid on the line are different from mine
Take our jobs take our homes, take anything else you will
Wife, family and friends, but leave us our glens
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronach, Glen Grant
Can you do without them, if you must know, I can't
Put a drop in a glass of Glenfyne or Glen Drottar
It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water
You can have all these Bens, but leave us our Glens