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Attend and listen to my lays,
'Twill make you blithe and friskie;
I sing who dare my theme despise?
In praise of guid Scots Whiskie.
O my cheering, care-dispelling,
Heart-reviving Whiskie;
Thou brighten up the gloom of life,
That alt look dark and daskie.
Let Frenchmen o' their bev rage boast,
The juice of Gallic vine, Sir,
And Dons and Portugnese rehearse
The praise o' their wine Sir;
I don't envy them with their tons,
Give me a little caskie
O' Caledonia's nectar pure,
The real Scottish Whiskie.
O my cheering, &c.
Jamaica Rum it's but a hum,
So is the best Antigna;
And Holland's gin no worth a pin,
Compared wi' dear Kilbegie.
Whoever wants to take a bouse,
Or have a jovial pliskie,
They only need to weet their mou's
Wi' real Scottish Whiskie.
O my cheering, &c.
BLYTHE WAS SHE.
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben :
Blyth by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.
