Aikendrum Songtext
von The Tannahill Weavers

Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?
Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum?
He can fight the hero bright with his heels and armour light
And the wind of heavenly night, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
Is not Rowley in the right, Aikendrum?


Did ye hear o′ Sunderland, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?
Did ye hear o' Sunderland, Aikendrum?
That man o′ high command, who has sworn to clear the land
He has vanished from our strand, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
Or the eel has ta'en the sand, Aikendrum

Donald's running round and round, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
Donald′s running round and round, Aikendrum
But the chief cannot be found, and the Dutchmen they are drowned
And King Jamie he is crowned, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
But the dogs will get a stound, Aikendrum


We have heard o′ Whigs galore, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
We have heard o' Whigs galore, Aikendrum
But we′ve sought the country o'er, with cannon and claymore
And still they are before, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
We may seek forever more, Aikendrum