[Intro] [Verse 1] Och, hae ye heard the tale, ma lads, o' yon Orange Laird sae braw? He claimed tae be the wisest, yet he ne'er could see a flaw. Wi' skin sae bright and orange, like a carrot in the morn, An' hair like yella straw, 'twas a sight tae make ye scorn. [Chorus] Oh, the Orange Laird, aye he gaed mad, Spoutin’ drivel, makin' auld men sad. Wi' his wig a-flappin' an' his clan sae daft, He'd strut aboot, an' we'd a' just laugh. [Verse 2] He’d rattle on aboot a wa’, tae keep the strangers oot, But ne'er did he consider, whaur the land would root. He'd talk o' deals and riches, whiles his people sairly pined, Promisin’ the stars above, but leavin' sense behind. [Chorus] Oh, the Orange Laird, aye he gaed mad, Spoutin’ drivel, makin' auld men sad. Wi' his wig a-flappin' an' his clan sae daft, He'd strut aboot, an' we'd a' just laugh. [Verse 3] He'd bluster wi' a braggart's tongue, sayin’ he was grand, But truth be told, the wiser folk could see his castle’s sand. His loyal crew, like sheep they were, followed him sae blind, Tae drink his lies like whisky, though it ne'er was kind. [Chorus] Oh, the Orange Laird, aye he gaed mad, Spoutin’ drivel, makin' auld men sad. Wi' his wig a-flappin' an' his clan sae daft, He'd strut aboot, an' we'd a' just laugh. [Bridge] Noo, he's but a tale we tell, 'boot folly and its reach, A warnin' tae the future lairds, tae listen when we preach. For power blinds the foolish heart, and greed it twists the mind, Auld Scotland kens, a true heart's wealth is wisdom ye will find. [Chorus] Oh, the Orange Laird, aye he gaed mad, Spoutin’ drivel, makin' auld men sad. Wi' his wig a-flappin' an' his clan sae daft, He'd strut aboot, an' we'd a' just laugh. [Outro] So here's tae the days when sense prevails, an’ truth it rules the day, May we ne'er see the likes again, o' the Orange Laird’s wild sway. We'll drink a dram tae common sense, an’ let the folly fade, An’ sing the Ballad o’ the Orange Laird, whaur history is made. [Final Chorus] Oh, the Orange Laird, aye he gaed mad, Spoutin’ drivel, makin' auld men sad. Wi' his wig a-flappin' an' his clan sae daft, He'd strut aboot, an' we'd a' just laugh. [End]