Here’s tae us
Wha’s like us
Damn few,
And they’re a’ deid
Mair’s the pity!
Wha’s like us
Damn few,
And they’re a’ deid
Mair’s the pity!
May those who live truly be always believed,
And those who deceive us be always deceived.
Here’s to the men of all classes,
Who through lasses and glasses
Will make themselves asses!
And those who deceive us be always deceived.
Here’s to the men of all classes,
Who through lasses and glasses
Will make themselves asses!
I drink to the health of another,
And the other I drink to is he
In the hope that he drinks to another,
And the other he drinks to is me.
And the other I drink to is he
In the hope that he drinks to another,
And the other he drinks to is me.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand
Andy may his great prosperity
Ne’er fail in old Scotland!
Each man a glass in hand
Andy may his great prosperity
Ne’er fail in old Scotland!
2 comments:
You father has just fainted. Mum
What brought on the Scottish moment? Been talking to Dad?
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