'Twas the Scots that built this country
It should never be forgot
In each Canadian family
Somewhere there's a Scots

When Sir John A MacDonald
Looked out across this land
What he saw before him
A Scot would understand

Those first few encounters
With the savages were hot
- It's 'First Nations', not 'savages'
I'm referring to the Scots!

St. Andrew's ball is lavish
Each year in Montreal
All around the world
The Scots are famous for their balls

Wherever Scotsmen travelled
There were two things that they brought
Whiskey
- And containers!
The containers were the Scots

'Twas the Scots that built this country
By the Scots this land was built
Not by pea soup or Yorkshire Pudding
But by porridge, pipe and kilt

While politicians argue
What is right and what is not
They do it in the comfort
Of buildings made by Scots

In every corporation
They always saved a spot
For a portrait of their founder

A penny-pinching
Glowering, red-faced
Whiskey-drinking
Presbyterian
Anhedonic
Bagpipe-squeezing
Caber-tossing
Apoplectic
Haggis-eating Scots

'Twas the Scots that built this country
With great big hairy knees
We owe a debt of gratitude
Two more whiskeys, please!