Aikendrum

  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 tight
  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 has 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 Jaime 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!