S comes from Scotland, the land of the cake.He's a braw little laddie a soldier to make.And the sound of his bagpipes will draw us all forth,When he comes marching south to the "Cock of the North."
S comes from Scotland, the land of the cake.He's a braw little laddie a soldier to make.And the sound of his bagpipes will draw us all forth,When he comes marching south to the "Cock of the North."
S comes from Scotland, the land of the cake.He's a braw little laddie a soldier to make.And the sound of his bagpipes will draw us all forth,When he comes marching south to the "Cock of the North."
S comes from Scotland, the land of the cake.
He's a braw little laddie a soldier to make.
And the sound of his bagpipes will draw us all forth,
When he comes marching south to the "Cock of the North."