[bad word] gather in my lungs Scottish wind
 Belt out your blackest poems 
As the sea around you sings
 When that drone takes to the air
 single note to raise my hair
 Carry songs beyond my lungs
 Cold Scottish wind
 [bad word] fall upon my shoulders, Scottish rain
 And dissolve all of the worry
 That has hunched this back of mine
 So the [bad word] down the drain to the reservoir
 One day I'll add a drop of my own worries 
To a dram
 
Gather heavy in these long Scottish winds
 All the [bad word] smoke in the ether 
Of the grouse has clipped your wings
 Now I cough just like my granddad
 And his grandpa before him
 Ah, blow youth into these lungs
 Oh, Scottish wind
 [bad word] burl around my body, Scottish blood
 I'll try not to spill a drop
 Oh, I'm sure you've spilled enough
 And the English [bad word]  Who mean nothing to these times
 [bad word] forever in my veins
 Bold Scottish blood
 
And the whisper to my mouth, soft Scottish winds
 Just enough to say I love you 
To the girl who keeps me sane
 Take the stupid things I've said
 Blow them miles and miles away
 Thank you in advance, Scottish wind
 Thank you in advance, Scottish wind