Disgusted by the mass of Sassenachs, he vowed he would execute, expel them.
Recruited others with similar ideals, formed a group with militant intent.

Oh Lord, they will not take us now, they will not take us ever.
Oh Lord, stand against the crowd, we must set Scotland free forever.

The campaign began, against the establishment, by the men called the ‘tartan terrorists’.
Letter bombs and petrol bombs, organised dissent, all part of their advance, abhorrent blitz.

Oh Lord, they will not take us now, they will not take us ever.
Oh Lord, stand against the crowd, we must set Scotland free forever.

As the operations became more complex, disloyalty began to prevail,
Scotland Yard closed in, he fled to Eire, savaged by yet another betrayal.

Oh Lord, they will not take him now, they will not take him ever.
Oh Lord, stand against the crowd, we must set Scotland free forever.

Years of silence passed, he all but withdrew, retired completely from the limelight.
And as age caught up with him, the English courts at last, exercised their extradition rights.

Oh Lord, they will not take him now, they will not take him ever.
Oh Lord, he must stand tall and proud, he must set Scotland free forever.