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Silly Wizard - The Ramblin' Rover Lyrics

  • O, what a parish, a terrible parish,
  • O, what a parish is that o' Dunkel',
  • They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor
  • Dang doun the steeple, and fuddled the bell.
  • The steeple was doun, but the Kirk was still staunin',
  • They biggit a lum whaur the bell used to hang,
  • A stellpat they gat and they brewed Hieland whisky,
  • On Sundays they drank it, and ranted and sang.
  • O, had you but seen how graceful it lookit
  • To see the cramm'd pews sae socially join
  • Macdonald the piper stuck up in the poopit
  • He made the pipes skirl out music divine.
  • Wi' whisky and beer, they'd curse and they'd swear
  • They'd argy and fecht what ye daurna weel tell
  • 'Bout Geordie and Cherlie they bothered fu' rarely
  • Wi' whisky they're worse than the devil himsel'.
  • When the heart-cheerin' spirit had mounted their garret
  • To a ball on the green they a' did adjourn
  • Maids wi' coats kilted, they steppit and liltit
  • When tired they shook hands, and then hame did return.
  • If the kirks a'owre Scotland held like social meetin's
  • Nae warning' ye'd need from a far-tinklin' bell
  • For a true love and friendship wad draw ye thegither
  • Far better than roarin' the horrors o' hell.

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