I love Scotland's Glens, and whatever else we lose Please leave us our Glens, our glorious Glens Our mountains are grand, Ben Lomond, Ben Nevis too You can have all these Bens, but leave us our Glens Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronach, Glen Grant Can you do without them, if you must know, I can't Put a drop in a glass of Glenfyne or Glen Drottar It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water I'd willingly lose our culture or most of it For instance, that mess called Full Highland Dress With the whole ethnic bit, with haggis and Hogmanay I'd gladly dispense, but leave us our Glens Glenfarclas, Glen Lochy, Glen Garioch, Glen Faul I once knew a man who had sampled them all Glen Ugie, Glenkinchie, Glen Isla, that's plenty He looked sixty-five, but in fact he was twenty Take our Highland Schottische, or marches, strathspeys and reels Take our old Scottish Waltz, but leave us our malts Remove if you will, our Ladies' conveniences And our Gentlemen's, but leave us our Glens Glenturret, Glen Scotia and last week Glen Fyne Was rare at communion when we ran out of wine Glenglassoch, Glen Lossie, Glendullan, Glenmorangie I prefer them to Cointreau which I find too orangey Oh, breathes there a Scot whose views and priorities When laid on the line are different from mine Take our jobs take our homes, take anything else you will Wife, family and friends, but leave us our glens Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronach, Glen Grant Can you do without them, if you must know, I can't Put a drop in a glass of Glenfyne or Glen Drottar It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water You can have all these Bens, but leave us our Glens