Crua Chan

By the left, quick march, Crua chan!

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 went all the way down south,
we were frothening at the mouth,
coming down to Derby town,
we'd beaten everyone around, singing:

Fee fi fo fum,
I smell the blood of a Englishman,
fee fi fo fum,
come on London, here we come.

We ended at Culloden moor,
feeling bad and feeling poor,
the redcoats had chased us there,
there we died and there we stayed,
singing:

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a Scotsman,
fee fi fo fum, United Kingdom here we come.

We the bonnie prince has gone back home,
he's never gonna come back.

We'ldo to you at Wembley,
we'll do it to you in pubs,
with the Scottish louts larking about.
Here come your rats, cruachan lad.

Crua Chan

Flanco izquierda, marcha rápida, Crua Chan!

Era 1745
El espíritu Escoces se restablecia
Mc Dougall ahi y McDonald aqui
Los clanes venian de todas partes

El canto....
Fee, fi, fo, fum!!!
Huelo la sangre de un Ingles
fee, fi, fo, fum!!!
guarda Londres, aquí vamos

Nos fuimos todo el camino hacia el sur
echabamos espuma por la boca
llendo al pueblo de Derby
¡golpeamos por todos lados por todas partes, cantando!

fee, fi, fo, fum!!!
Huelo la sangre de un Ingles
fee, fi, fo, fum!!!
guarda Inglaterra, aquí vamos

Terminamos en el páramo de culloden
sintiendonos mal y sintiendonos pobres
Los casacas rojas nos perseguian
Allí nos morimos y allí nos quedamos, cantando!!!

fee, fi, fo, fum!!!
Huelo la sangre, se un Escoces
Reino Unido aquí vamos

El príncipe de bonnie se va a su casa
Nunca va a volver
El príncipe de bonnie se va su a casa
Nunca va a volver
lo haremos en Wembley
lo haremos en bares
Somos los muchachos Escoceses cantando
Aquí vamos, ratas!!
muchachos de Crua Chan