That's the one that Jock Tamson's Bairns did, though they mixed the verses and made a chorus. Let's see if I can post it the way that the Bairns recorded it. Maybe someone can translate it?

Gude claret best keeps out the cauld,
And drives awa' the winter soon;
It makes a man baith gash and bauld,
And heaves his saul ayont the moon.
    Then fling on coals, and ripe the ribs,
    And beek the house baith butt and ben,
    That mutchkin stoup it hauds but dribs,
    Then let's get in the tappit hen!

Leave to the gods your ilka care,
If that they think us worth their while,
They can a rowth o' blessings spare,
Which will our fashious fears beguile.
    Then fling on coals, and ripe the ribs,
    And beek the house baith butt and ben,
    That mutchkin stoup it hauds but dribs,
    Then let's get in the tappit hen!

Let neist day come as it thinks fit,
The present minute's only ours;
On pleasure let's employ our wit,
And laugh at fortune's feckless pow'rs.
    Then fling on coals, and ripe the ribs,
    And beek the house baith butt and ben,
    That mutchkin stoup it hauds but dribs,
    Then let's get in the tappit hen!

Gude claret best keeps out the cauld,
And drives awa' the winter soon;
It makes a man baith gash and bauld,
And heaves his saul ayont the moon.
    Then fling on coals, and ripe the ribs,
    And beek the house baith butt and ben,
    That mutchkin stoup it hauds but dribs,
    Then let's get in the tappit hen!

HTML formatting added. I don't know why, but when I looked at your source code, I saw "
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