by Hugh DP McArthur
Oh golden glistenin’ dram o’ whisky Tae swallae ye noo could be risky Ah micht totter an’ ah micht fa’ Richt doon there, fae aff this wa’ Ah’ve bin sittin’ high an’ mighty But your amber nectar could mak me flighty Your sweet embrace may mak me bold And then a story wid hiv tae be told Aboot muckle horses an’ mony men Trying to pit me back the gither again Ah should pit ye by for later But ah’m an egg an’ ah ken no better So doon the hatch an’ come whit may Look oot pavement - Ah’m on ma way!