作词 : Stewart
Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare 
And the wee bit farm deserted 
And the woods o' 
Germany Grows in rows round the broken-hearted 
Many hae gane tae 
Americay Ye burnt their hames and garred them wander 
For I woulda gane wi' th'de'il himsel' 
As bide and hour wi' the cruel 
Gillanders 
Black is the wood on the ruffian-swa's braw 
But blacker still is your heart, 
Victoria Sent your men untae our glen 
You'll need the good 
Lord lookin' o'er ya 
Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare 
And the wee bit farm deserted 
And the woods o' 
Germany Grows in row round the broken-hearted