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Hazel Whyte
| Glaisca Whisky |
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| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
| Glaisca Whisky Come all ye folks who weary are O' life, its cares and trouble, Who anything will do and dare So you may burst the bubble; I have a plan within my head That's new and nothing risky, Whene'er you want to nick the thread, Just try oor Glaisca whisky. Chorus Try oor Glaisca whisky; Try oor Glaisca whisky; It gies us pleasure wi' our death, So hey for Glaisca whisky! A plunge in Clyde's no just the thing; But people who are dreary May into it themselves gae fling, But I'm for something cheery. The knife - the name o't gars me grue, An' mak's my face look dusky; But I prefer the barley broo, An' stick to Glaisca whisky. Chorus Death by the rape - weel, I'm no sure But I'd prefer't to mony; But then, my frien's, a dance in air Is onything but bonny; So they may hang themselves wha will, But I'm for something frisky Hey, landlord, fetch anither gill O' hame-made Glaisca whisky. Chorus The pooshin stuffs the doctors sell You scarcely can get ony, But Glaisca whisky bears the bell, It's flavoured wi' sae mony; An' pooshin sellin's sae fenced roun', To buy it is but risky; But ye may cut throats, hang, or droon, When primed wi' Glaisca whisky! Chorus |
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