Oh Fark, the pound is falling
Hear, hear the banks are calling
Loudly and growlly calling down through the glen
Here where accounts lie weeping
Now feel the blood a leaping
High as the sporrans of the tight highland men

Towering in gallant rage
Scotland my mountain cage
Hide all your proud pennies gloriously saved

Land o' the high end saver
Land o' some tight behaviour
Land o' my pound forever
Scotland does save

Saved in the miserly marshes,
Hidden up some purple arses
Sewn are pockets that will never see Scottish skies
Wild are the winds to meet you
If the tax man should ever greet you
Kind as the love like a broadsword ‘teen the thighs

Towering in gallant rage
Scotland my mountain cage
Hide all your proud pennies gloriously saved

Land o' the high end saver
Land o' some tight behaviour
Land o' my pound forever
Scotland does save