anon

“ To play fareweel to Whisky, O.
But still I think on auld langsyne,
When Paradise our friends did tyne,
Because something ran in their mind,
Forbid, like Highland Whisky, O.
Come a’ ye powers of music, come! ”

“ So now brother Britons, It’s cheerfully sing,
Long life to John Bull, and his Keeper the King,
Nor forget the good lady, Old England, their mother,
For sure the whole world can’t produce such another. ”