Just relax! It's what Jesus would do

It was seven hundred and forty-five,
the highland spirit had revived,
Mac Dougall and Mac Donald there,
the clans had come from everywhere, singing:
Fee fi fo fum,
I smell the blood of a Englishman,
fee fi fo fum,
come on London, here we come.

We’re the scotish louts larking about

Here come your rats!

Crua Chan lad