for ye ve feather beds an carpet rooms could ye no pit doon a wee german lairdie for a better prince sure than ever he was lay amangst the heather wi the kilt and plaidie refrain king fareweel noo fareweel it s a to gaird our king fareweel it was on prestonpans where we drew our plans where the heilan lads were lyin ready an wi the wind o the sky we sure made them fly wi every shake that we gien our plaidie aye it was on prestonpans where we drew our plans where many s a braw lad lost his daddy where wi the wind o the sky we made them fly wi every shake that we gien our plaidie