Doh A Deer

Doh, a deer, a female deer,
Ray, a drop of golden sun,
Me, a name I call myself,
Fah, a long, long, way to run,
Soh, a needle puling thread,
Lah, a note to follow soh,
Tee, a drink with jam and bread
And that brings us back to doh, oh, oh, oh...
Then repeat until you cannot sing any more

Then moving swiftly on.....

We are coming, we are coming,
We are coming down the road.
When you hear the noise of the Tartan Army boys
We'll be coming down the road
.... and so on...

....and then

Gay Paree, gay Paree,
We're the famous Tartan Army
And we're off to gay Paree.
Replace 'Gay Paree' with name of city (e.g. Wembellee) or country being visited.

on the same theme....

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be will be,
We're going to Gay Paree,
Que sera, sera


Tartan Barmy

This great new song was composed by Alasdair MacIver. It's a work of genius inspired by the summer festivities in France. We are abitrarilly adopting it as the anthem for the Tartan Army. Get in practice, there's not much time to the next match. The tune is "Bonnie Dundee"

There's some think we're crazy, there's some think we're daft,
But win, lose or draw we will have the last laugh,
We'll never forsake you, back you to the hilt,
With a skirl o' the pipes and a swing o' the kilt.

Chorus - Come lift up your cup, come lift up your can,
Resplendant in tartan, every loyal fan,
We go all o'er Europe and drink the pubs dry,
Oh, there's nobody like us, we're Scots you and I

So dust down your bunnet and buckle your belt,
Lace your brogues tightly and straighten your kilt,
There's beer to be drunk and there's songs to be sung,
Our fame it precedes us, the night is yet young. (Ch)

The thistle's our flower, the Saltire our flag,
Our lion stands rampant - there's only one snag,
We're better at singing than kicking a ball,
We're everyone's friends but we'll n'er win fuck all. (Ch)

So wherever you wander be sure and stand tall,
Keep a smile and a handshake to greet one and all,
And whatever befalls us there's one thing that's sure,
We've gone Tartan Barmy and there is no cure. (Ch)


The Flower of Scotland



O flower of Scotland,
When will we see,
Your like again
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

The hills are bare now
And autumn's leaves lie thick and still,
Oe'r land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him...

Those days are past now,
And in the past they must remain,
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again,
That stood against him...

Robert Bruce's March to Bannockburn (Scots, wha hae)

Robert Burns wrote this on hearing that the tune "Hey Tuttie Taitie" was used by Bruce for the march past of the Scottish army at Bannockburn. The tune is claimed to be the oldest piece of Scottish music and was played by Scots in the army of Joan d'Arc at the relief of Orleans in 1429. No prizes for guessing which of our near neighbours were the unwelcome guests. It has since been used as a martial tune by the French (La Marche des les Soldats de Robert de Brus). In the original printed version of the poem, the tune is given as 'Lewie Gordon'. Link to http://ingeb.org/songs/scotswha.html which has a midi of the tune itself.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has often led,
Welcome to your gory bed, -
Or to victorie,-

Now's the day, and now's the hour,
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and Slaverie. -

Wha will be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
- Let him turn and flie: -

Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa',
Let him follow me. -

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do - or die!

The Hokey Cokey

A special little number from down South American way. Well, actually, it originated in Sweden when the poetic muse descended upon Tom McEwan, Kenny Duffy, Danny McEwan, Eric Foy, Robert McHarg, Joe Miller and Alister Gillander whilst having a piss outside of Norrkoping. Tom McEwan tells me he has many more verses, but considering the activity in which they were engaged in at the time of composition, I dread to think what they were sticking where next. There is a proverb which says that one shouldn't laugh at others misfortune, however this one has slipped through ...

You put your left hand in,
You put your left hand out,
You put your left hand in and you shake it all about,
You do the hokey cokey and you score a goal,
That's what it's all about,
Oh, Diego Maradona,
Oh, Diego Maradona,
Oh, Diego Maradona,
He put the English OUT, OUT, OUT!

Cheese and Biscuits

... as sung by the Tartan Army advance during the France98 World Cup.

We love cheese and biscuits,
We love horsemeat too,
We love Michel Platini,
La France we love you.

An alternative version of this is...

We love Brigitte Bardot,
We love champagne too
We love Michel Platini,
Les Francais we love you

Everywhere We Go ...

Everywhere we go
People want to know
Who we are
So we're gonna tell them
We're mental and we're barmy
We're the famous Tartan Army
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Oooh Scotland (nanananana)
Scotland
I'd walk a million miles
For one of your goals
Oh Scotland


The Colours of Scotland

This song is written by George Ewen who also has an original tune for it. He would like it as our song for the World Cup and here at the TAHP Songbook, we're backing him. If any of the powers that be at the SFA, or budding songsters and record companies want to get in touch with George, contact us. It's got to be better than having another awful effort from Rod Stewart (unless Rod wants to sing this?). This song is copyright of George Ewen, so don't go nicking it. If you want to sing it, get in touch with George who will provide you with music and all that technical stuff.

We sing of the land we are happy is ours,
From the Borders on through to Orkney and Shetland,
Greeting the Lowlands and Highlands, along
With all the Hebrides.
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
Your 'FLOWER' is blooming from mountain to shore.
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
We will gladly praise your beauty evermore.

We'll thrill to the wind off the sea on our face
When we sail for France with the Tartan Army,
Cheering our country and raising our team
To play as Soccer's best.
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
As loyal supporters our pride is your name.
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
On and off the field we'll play a bonny game.

We'll welcome the hour and the challenge it brings
With a Wallace heart in a brave endeavour,
Lifting our spirits, as facing our flag
We pledge to give our all.
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
The Lion is Rampant, the Saltire is blest.
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
'LET US DO' with valour in a fair contest.
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
The red on the yellow, or the white cross on the blue,
SCOTLAND, O SCOTLAND,
We will strive to win the day and honour you.