Ah've been workin' awa oan an owersettin o the 'Creedence Clearwatter' sang 'Fortunate Son' in Lallans, sae here it is wi ony luck fur tae mak sonsie yer e'e!
Seilfu' Son
Screed Wan Some fowk 're born, thirled tae swaw the flag, Aw thone rid, white 'n blue, Laird, 'n whan the bon pliys 'God Save the King', They point the canon richt it ye, Laird
Queir It's nae me Laird, shair isnae me, Ocht ah'm nae sodger's son noo, It's nae me Laird, shair isnae me, Ah'm nae seilfu' wan....
Screed Twa Some fowk 're born, siller spuin in haun, Ocht dain't they tak their sher, Laird, 'n whan the tacksman wins tae the daur, Their hoos maks lik a mercat fair, Laird
Queir It's nae me Laird, shair isnae me, Ocht ah'm nae fouthie cheil's son noo, It's nae me Laird, shair isnae me, Ah'm nae seilfu' wan....
Screed Three Some fowk 're heir tae Empire's gutsie e'e, Ocht they'd set ye aff tae weir, Laird, 'n whan ye speir efter whit they'd hae ye dae, Aw they spik aboot is mair mair mair!
Queir It's nae me Laird, shair isnae me, Ocht ah'm nae sic empire's son noo, It's nae me Laird, shair isnae me, Ah'm nae seilfu' wan....
Ah'm nae seilfu' son.... Ah'm nae seilfu' son....
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