Oh my name is Jock Stuart, I´m a Kennygan man
And a roving young fellow I´ve been

And I´m a roving young blade and I´m a piper to trade
And many´s the tunes I can tell

Well I go out with my dog and my gun for to shoot
All along by the banks of the Tay

I´ve got acres of land, I´ve got ships to command
And many´s the shilling in store

So be easy and free when you´re drinking with me
I´m a man you don´t meet every day