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 (etc as above)
That man of high command, who has sworn to clear the land
He has vanished from our strand (etc as above)
Or the eel has ta'en the sand, Aikendrum.
Donald's running round and round (etc)
But the Chief cannot be found, and the Dutchmen they are drowned
And King Jaime he is crowned (etc)
But the dogs will get a stound, Aikendrum
We have heard of Whigs galore (etc)
But we've sought the country o'er, with cannon and claymore,
And still they are before (etc)
We may seek forevermore, Aikendrum!
Ken ye how to gain a Whig (etc)
Look Jolly, blythe and big, take his ain blest side and prig,
And the poor, worm-eaten Whig (etc)
For opposition's sake you will win!