Album: Cullen Bay
Ken you how a whig can fight, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?
Ken you how a whig can fight, Aikendrum?
He can fight the hero bright with his heels and armor light
And the wind of heavenly night, Aikendrum, Aikendrum.
Is not Rowley in the right, Aikendrum?
Did you hear of Sunderland, Aikendrum, Aikendrum?
Did you hear of Sunderlund, 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 taken the sand, Aikendrum.
Donals’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 Jamie — 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 the cannon and claymore
And still they are beford, Aikendrum, Aikendrum.
We may seek forever more, 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, Aikendrum!