Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?

Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum?

He can fight the hero bright, with his heels and armour light

And the wind of heavenly night, Aikendrum, Aikendrum:

Is not Rowley in the right, Aikendrum?

Did ye hear of Sunderland, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?

Did ye hear of Sunderland, Aikendrum?

That man of high command who had sworn to clear the land

He has vanished from our strand, Aikendrum, Aikendrum:

Or the eel has ta'en the sand, Aikendrum

Donald's running round and round, Aikendrum, Aikendrum

Donald's running round and round, Aikendrum

But the Chief cannot be found, and the Dutchmen they are drowned

And King Jamie he is crowned, Aikendrum, Aikendrum:

But the dogs will get a stound, Aikendrum

We have heard of Whigs galore, Aikendrum, Aikendrum

We have heard of Whigs galore, Aikendrum

But we've sought the country o'er, with cannon and claymore

And still they are before, Aikendrum, Aikendrum:

We may seek forevermore, Aikendrum!

Ken ye how to gain a Whig, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?

Ken ye how to gain a Whig, Aikendrum?

Look jolly, blythe and big, take his ain blest side, and prig

And the poor, worm-eaten Whig, Aikendrum, Aikendrum:

For opposition's sake you will win!