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> Ah! way up in Scotland is the place that's best
Is a Scottish fjord that they call Loch Ness The loch is so deep there ain't nobody know And deep within the loch is a bonnie bonnie creature A long time ago there was a people who knew The water and the land and all life is sacred Everybody treated Nessie with respect Nobody bothered her swimming in the sea so Go now, swim proud and beautiful Yeah she squiggled and she squoggled And she frolicked in the sunshine She swam into another serpent and they fell in love With the ocean and the highlands and the stars up above Why go away there were no reasons Time rolled on about 10,000 years The ancient people of the loch began to disappear Some were wiped out and some moved away But who could tell that the end was near so Go now, get down, and swim away But don't you forget to return on a sunny day Come on, come on, oh Nessie come on Come on, come on, Loch Ness is where you belong Come on, oh Nessie come on, Loch Ness is where you belong Now the people of the world look down in Loch Ness And they noticed something big and bumpy swimming all around And the newspapers said she couldn't be found So they got the radiomen and the television crew Run Nessie run they're all after you Now they've got the helicopters and a submarine too If you let them capture you I know what they'll do We'll have to pay to see you in an underwater zoo, No! Go now, get down, and swim away But don't you forget to return on a sunny day Come on, come on, oh Nessie come on Come on, come on, Loch Ness is where you belong Come on, oh Nessie come on, Loch Ness is where you belong Loch Ness is where you belong Loch Ness is where you belong |
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| 1:47 |
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| 0:53 |
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wasn't so fickle, fickle with my pickle
As fickle as I am today Nothing like a wiggle & a tickle of your pickle Especially when you're pickled all day Pickled in the morning Pickled through the day Well you might do right by doin' somethin' pickled So don't put gettin' pickled down Slaver doon yer mickle for a wiggle & a jiggle So's the tickle in your pickle will stay But if you get a trickle From a wiggle & a jiggle It's off to the clinic that day Pickled in the morning Pickled through the day Well you might do right by doin' somethin' pickled So don't put gettin' pickled down Pickled in the moonlight, pickled as the sun comes 'round Well you might do right by doin' somethin' pickled So don't put gettin' pickled down! |
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| 0:43 |
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| 2:08 |
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So you broke your neck
At the age of 13 Said it's a rough break kid Wonder what they're gonna do with me Don't feel bad for me 'cos I feel bad for you You say you got no friends now Well I've got more than I know what to do with Jim's cup drank was never half empty His cup drank was always half for full Like a wild Cattyotye in a wheelbarrow Drinking in the bush All his best friends were there The stars alight in Jimmies eyes Tumbling dice just another step away Jim's cup drank it was never half empty His cup drank it was always half for full Like a wild Cattyotye in a wheelbarrow |
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| 1:55 |
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Whiskey Scotch Whiskey
I need my scotch whiskey And I'll drink my scotch whiskey Until the day I die Whiskey Scotch Whiskey I know my scotch Whiskey And I'll drink my scotch whiskey Until the day I die If the sea were Whiskey And if I were a duck I'd swim ta the bottom and never come up |
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| 2:32 |
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In the 18th century way up in the Highlands
The British lion roared at Scotland with a henious plan The English pushed up from the South with murderous dragoons And what they did to Scotland will not be forgotten soon The fighting feild culloden, Prince Charlie was the man Of illusionary grandure with no head for command Cumberland with cannon fired on Scots with sword in hand Brave men fought & died in kilts defending ancient clans They were Scottish, and now they're gone They were Scottish, but they live on The Higlanders were cut to shreds, hung & lost their heads To put some to rot in prisons and left 'em all for dead No mercy for the Highland people screaming through the years Some were chained & shipped as slaves far off to new frontiers People come & people go but Scots will never die They live on in sons & daughters Scottish heart. Scottish pride Now there's Scottish all around the world And what better world their be Remember the ones who made our Scottish history |
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| 2:06 |
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Talkin' 'bout the bitch, she's givin' me the twitch
So powerful & regal on her throne A two bit whore, she won't let go Hey, what 're we gonna do 'cos she won't leave us alone Pussycat, pussycat where have you been Gone to bite the bitch they call the Queen She's crass, she's right, she's the ruling class She got one hand in my sporran, the other up my ass She's a bitch on my money, get the Queen off the money Get her off Hope to see the monarchy shrivel up & slither away When little Johnny Rotten screamed "God Save The Queen" What'd he mean? Hey! What th' fuck 'd he mean? If you rock the royal seat you can bet you'll see The SAS execution squad's order from above They're the carnate of Evil English Diablo Satana Prince Charlie got mummy to rule Diana |
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| 2:34 |
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Do I remember not so many years ago
Me & the young McKenzies skulkin' at the whisky store Just wee nippers (sippers) much too young to buy a dram We came up with a daring plan & pulled a whisky scam We don't care, what anybody say Just gi' us a dram o' whisky & we'll get down the way Well if she wants to go, she's gonna let you know But gi' her a dram o' whisky and she's common with the night We're all running strong & charging up the hills of life again I take a look around & some of us are dead So let us raise a glass of kindness all around And drink to us, still standing & all of us in the ground We don't care, what anybody say Just gi' us a dram o' whisky & we'll get down the way And if you go away, I'll miss you every day And gi' us a dram o' whisky for the teardrops in my eyes Bring out the whisky, bring out the pode Bring out the whisky, 'cos you never ever know if it be your time to go So gi' us a dram o' whisky & we'll get down the way A glistening drop o' whisky like a teardrop in my eye So gi' us a dram o' whisky so it don't hurt if I die |
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| 1:20 |
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| 1:21 |
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O flower of Scotland
When will we see, your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill, and glen And stood against them Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward, Tae think again The hills are bare now And Autumn leaves, lie thick and still For land that is lost now But oh so dearly held We stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward, Tae think again Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain But we can still rise now And be that nation again That stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward, Tae think again |
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| 2:21 |
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Deep in the castle, back from the war
Back with milady and the fires burnt tall Hurrah went the men down below All outside was the rain and snow Hear their shouts, hear their roars They've probably had a barrel, and much, much more Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men We had to meet the enemy a mile away Thunder in the air and the sky turned grey Assembling the knights and their swords were sharp But there wasn't a hope in your English hearts Hear our roar, hear our sound We're gonna fight until we've won this town Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men When the knights come along at the end of the day Some are half-alive and some have run away Hear our triumph, hear our roar We're gonna drink a barrel, and much, much more Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea - yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea - yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand |
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Come cowe me Minne come cowe me
Come cowe me Minne come cowe me The hair o' my arse's grown intae me bum & they canna figure oot wha' te' do wi' me When Mary came over the border When Mary came over the border Her eith twas approaching the cunt Of a hurchin' Her arse was in sic a disorder And oh what a jewell was Mary And oh what a jewell was Mary Her face was fine, her bosom devine & her puss was theekit with glory |
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We were schooner rigged and rakish with a long and lissome hull
And we flew the pretty colors of the crossbones and the skull Wed a big black Jolly Roger flappin grimly at the fore And we sailed the Spanish waters in the happy days of yore So we sailed with booty on the board Lived a life of whisky and the sword Plundered them and pretty pranks we played Laughed at them and then we sailed away Wed a long brass gun amidships like a well-conducted ship, We had each a brace of pistols and a cutlass at the hip, Its a point that tells against us and a fact to be deplored, But we chased the goodly merchant men and laid their ships aboard So we sailed with booty on the board Lived a life of whisky and the sword Plundered them and pretty pranks we played Laughed at them and then we sailed away Then the dead men fouled the scuppers And the wounded filled the chains And the paintwork all was spatter-dashed, With other peoples brains. She was boarded she was looted She was scuttled till she sank And the pale survivors left us By the medium of the plank |
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