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.
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