Well when I was just a young lad, my life about to start
There was ever only one girl had a place inside my heart
We walked the glen, we climbed the Ben, the forest was our bed,
And many a morn I'd wake to find me kilt across her head

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite [bad word] or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair

We walked the bonnie highlands, no matter what the weather
And we'd shag each other senseless in the bonnie purple heather
ŒTil one day we were frolicking and as my [bad word] love laughed,
She fell into the workings of an old disused mineshaft

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite [bad word] or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair

Well I never have recovered from that sad, sad, sorry day
So I left my native land for the shores of Amerikay
And many a man has made remark about me ancient dress
But I wear it in remembrance of the girl it e'er first kessed

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite [bad word] or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair
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