I'm a rovin' heilandman a native o' Braemar And oft I've trod the bonnie hills I'm kenned baith near and far In monies the lonely valley folk ken Jock Brewer's name Now I'm bound across the ocean far frae my native hame It was at the Birk o' Ballater my gun in tae my hand I quickly was surrounded by six keepers in a band They thocht they had me taken but little did they know Jock Brewer the rovin' heilandman would prove their overthrow Ae nicht I was trepanded by six keepers head in sand They marched me off tae Aiberdeen by trial for tae stand Though nane o' my companions bore witness against me The judge he condemned me tae cross the raging sea Here's a health tae a' my comrades Jock Brewer winnae name Success untae a' poachers when they're in search of game May they a' be aye at liberty tae choose tae fecht or flee Or tae join the rovin' heilandman condemned tae cross the sea Here's a health tae a' my comrades tae poachers far and near May they aye get hare and pheasant and their share o' bonnie deer May they a' be aye at liberty wi' money at their command Or tae join the rovin' heilandman bound for Van Diemans land