Crua Chan (En Vivo)

(Stop sweating!)

It was seven hundred and forty-five
The highland spirit was still alive
Mac Donald and Mac Farland there
Were gonna cut England's hair

Singing Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!
I smell the blood of a Englishman
Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!
Come on London, here we come

We went down through Scotland's walls
Throught the borders, throught the doors
Fighting all the way
No one's getting in each ways
Singing!

Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!
I smell the blood of a Englishman
Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!
Come on London, here we come
(come on! shoot me!)

We came down to a shanty town
We found the red coats all around
Mac Farland and Mac Donald there
And simple men where many there
Who said

Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!
I smell the blood of a Scotsman
Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!
Come on Highlands, here we come