Before you go to bed, my lad, a tale to you I'll tell
Of His Majesty's 183rd, the regiment from hell
I signed in with my country in 1664
And if my country asked again, my son, I'd offer up my sword

Chorus:
Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, off to the front again
You raised your fist and hear the cry of 1000 highland men
Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, to Aberdeen we tread
Where the blood of a thousand score or more make the rivers all run red.

They were led by General Kellington, who walked on sacred ground
The devil through and through was he, and for Aberdeen was bound
They sacked old Edinburgh, raped in Perth, took Dundee
But both feet which we stood, would have marched straight to the sea

Chorus
Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, off to the front again
You raised your fist and hear the cry of 1000 highland men
Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, to Aberdeen we tread
Where the blood of a thousand score or more make the rivers all run red.

The musketeers lined up at the Gates of Aberdeen
The cannons blazed, the armor charged in numbers since unseen
We fired our pipes in Satan's face, our family's plaid hung free
Claymore in hand, to free our land, and back to Hell ran he

Chorus
Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, off to the front again
You raised your fist and hear the cry of 1000 highland men
Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, to Aberdeen we tread
Where the blood of a thousand score or more make the rivers all run red.

Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, off to the front again
You raised your fist and hear the cry of 1000 highland men
Well Hey, Ho, and away we go, to Aberdeen we tread
Where the blood of a thousand score or more make the rivers all run red.