The sun had been up for a couple of hours,
Covered the ground with a layer of gold.
Spirits were high and the raining had stopped,
The larder was low, but boy, that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar, couldn't get them very far...

Out on the road in the direction of Perth,
Backwards and forwards in a circle they went.
Found a city half open and ready to greet,
The conquering heroes, with blisters on their feet.
Eleventh Earl of Mar, somehow got them all this far...

See the Stewart all dressed up
He's got eyes in the back of his head.
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float,
Couldn't even lift a sword.
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine...

Here comes the Bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay.
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light across your eyes...

Waited a week still they hadn't appeared,
That glorious timing that everyone feared.
So they're riding along on the crest of a wave,
They're headed for London,
And that will be their grave.
Eleventh Earl of Mar, well he couldn't get them down that far...

See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand alone.

Bury your memories bury your friends,
Leave it alone for a year or two.
Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true, then do it again.

Some things never end.
Eleventh Earl of Mar, won't be going very far...
You Promised,  You Promised,  You Promised!