WHAT KIND O’ SCOTCH

When I go astepping down
To see the grand ado
With the passing floats of flowers
And the pretty lassies too,
My heart s standing tiptoe
Before the fine array,
But it’s the bonnie Highlanders
That lilt my heart away.

My name was once McCallum,
It’s a plaidy thru’ and thru’ …
One grandpa’s name was Murdoch,
And the others name was Hugh;
And when I harken to the bagpipes
My blood just won’t forget
There’s a wee drop of Scotch
Left in me yet.

The Kilts are set to whirlin’
As the pipes go marching by,
And the sporrans bob in rythm
And the plaidies streamers fly….
My heart keeps dancing after
Till the piping fades and swoons,
And I go home asinging
Of all the Scottish tunes.

My name was once McCallum,
It’s a plaidy thru’ and thru’
One grandpa’s name was Murdoch,
And the others name was Hugh;
And when I harken to the bagpipes
My blood just won’t forget
There’s a wee drop of Scotch
Left in me yet.