A Voice In the Mist

Sa sit an sip a dram wi me We'll do again those grand ol days Sa lately hidin' in a haze What was the cause of such a daze Sa soon f'got sa soon fo'gave It wa' na nuff ter blame or fault Sa sniff an' smell this single malt It tastes of heather drifting fog Up frae the loch o' Lomon' Two swallers each an' we'll be young Enough t'hear the song as sung By we wha fought t' right a wrong An won enough t' get along An' swap a lie as if among Old friends as we belong Sa sit an' sip an' hold y' tongue It wa' nae worth the bother.