Tatties an Herrin'

Nu your hard working Scotsman been crazy I fear
Each day yea been hayed on your beef and yer beer
But yea didn't care, thou maybe nact fairn'
Your natural food it is Tatties and herrin',
Tatties and herrin', tatties an herring
Your natural fairn' it is tatties an herrin'

Nu I pund in week I mi be content
Ten bob till it buy for the claes an the rent
Half a croun yea I can' be sparin'
Needs sovereign an six pence for tatties an herring
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
Your natural farin', it is tatties and herrin'

			(Alternate Lyric)
			When the king wanted men to conquer his foe
			'Twas neither tae Yarmouth or Comstock he'd go.
			He'd cam tae the north fer the willin' and darin',
			The lads that were fed up on tatties and herrin'

When the queen wanted men ta fecht with 'er foes
It was nac awar' to ta lowlands she goes.
But awar' to hills war the brave an tha daring
Tha lads that were fed up on tatties and herring
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
Your natural farin', it is tatties and herrin'

On Alma's Heights new the Russians have said
We were forced tak wis the kilt and the plaid
But they didn't ken't twas the brave an the darn'
Ta lads that fed up on tatties an herrin'.
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
Your natural farin', it is tatties and herrin'

"Tatties and Herrin"
Traditional Scottish folksong