verse 1 Come charge up your glasses and lets drink a toast, To the bold Scottish heroes and the proud Scottish host, To the battles we've won and the few that we've lost Here's a health tae the back o' Schiehallion. Chorus Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice callin, Across the Great Glen to the coast of Argyll. The Lowlands, The Highlands, The Borders, The Islands, I'll drink tae the back of Schiehallion. verse 2 The bluebell of Scotland is hangin her head, And the lion once rampant is lyin like dead. They grieve for the country whose courage has fled Far awa' tae the back of Schiehallion. Chorus Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice callin, Across the Great Glen to the coast of Argyll. The Lowlands, The Highlands, The Borders, The Islands, I'll drink tae the back of Schiehallion. verse 3 God speed the day when the Scots shall awake, The fetters of England to crack and to break. And stand by the freedom their birthright to take Here's a health tae the back o' Schiehallion. Chorus Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice callin, Across the Great Glen to the coast of Argyll. The Lowlands, The Highlands, The Borders, The Islands, I'll drink tae the back of Schiehallion. Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice callin, Across the Great Glen to the coast of Argyll. The Lowlands, The Highlands, The Borders, The Islands, I'll drink tae the back of Schiehallion.