Clementine Walkinshaw, she didnae fecht for Chairlie
She raised her hurdies fine and braw and hoyed them up right early
The chevalier frae ear to ear did smile upon her treasures
And though Scotland's purse he emptied first, tae hers he gave good measure
And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for
Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender
Madam, dae ye ken the dance, and can ye haud yer brandy?
It's yin gae up for twa gaes doon and hey for houghmagandie
and if the little prince should rise for yince then ye maun kiss him better
Then it's oot the door by ten tae four and mind ye dodge the debtors
And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for
Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender
Clementine Walkinshaw near died for love o' Chairlie
Nae woman born was ever scorned or treated sae unfairly
It mattered not one Flanders jot that she was true and loyal
for blow and bruise are aye excused when drunken rage is royal
And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for
Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender
When maidens fa' for princes braw, wha pays the price o' pleasure?
Yin stolen kiss and a night o' bliss, and then repent at leisure
But when heroes bold are cruel and old and dignity's downtrodden
there's nae return tae Bannockburn - and nae end tae Culloden
And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for
Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender
And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for
Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender
And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for
Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender