The song fragment below was sang, sung, singed - err... aurally passed along to me by a friend...
Would love to find for her the whole song that her grandfather sang to her...
My old woman went to Scotland for a holiday
Got Scotland on the brain,
shes driving me insane,
she used to give me eggs and bacon for my breakfast once,
but now its nothing else but porridge,
now for months and months,
she does like a little bit of scotch she does,
she does like a little bit of scotch,
in the middle of the night she begins to sing,
jumps out of bed does the highland fling,
she christened me Sandy,
her ways you ought to watch,
tis a bright bright moonlight night tonight,
in a scots accent
she does like a little bit of scotch,
yeehaa,
she does like a little bit of scotch.
cheers...
aussiebloke
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