(Trad)
Chorus:
The wind may blaw, the cock may craw
The rain may rain, and the snaw may snaw
But ye willnae frighten Jock McGraw
The stoutest man in the Forty Twa
Behold, I am a soldier bold, I'm only twenty-five years old
A finer warrior ne'er was seen from Inverness to Gretna Green
When I was young, my faither said he'd put me tae a decent trade
But I didnae like the work at a' - I went and I joined the Forty-Twa
The sergeant who enlisted me slaps my back and then says he
A man like you so big and tall could ne'er be killed by a cannon ball
And the colonel then when he cam' roon', he looks me up, he looks me doon
And then said he, I'll take a guess - you must be the monster of Loch Ness
At our last battle across the sea the general he sent after me
When I got there wi' my big gun the battle was as good as won.
For the enemy a' ran awa' when they caught sight o' Big McGraw
A man like me so big and neat, ye ken yersel' can never be beat.
The King then held a grand review, we numbered a thousand and sixty-two
A' the Forty-Twa cam' marchin' past and Big McGraw cam' marchin' last
A' the royal party grabbed their sticks an' they a' began tae stretch their necks
Said the King tae the Colonel, Upon my soul, I thought that man was a telegraph pole
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh & Hamish Imlach)
see also Jock McGraw below.