Here's an old traditional song from north of the border
which is obviously based upon a true story. It has a chorus which has nothing whatever to do with the verses but who cares? And it should, I suppose, be sung by the Glasgow Orpheus Choir. I will do my best.

All the little angels are sent up, are sent up
All the little angels are sent up on high
Which end up? arse sent up,
Which end up? arse sent up
All the little angels are sent up on high

Oh a lassie was roaming
By the banks of Loch Lomond
She tripped on a pebble and made herself lame.
But a preacher was passing
And he took a passion
He lifted her up and carried her home [pronounced "hame"]

All the little angels are sent up, are sent up
All the little angels are sent up on high
Which end up? arse sent up,
Which end up? arse sent up
All the little angels are sent up on high

Now I'm happy stating
That the poor little maiden
Will never, not ever be troubled again
For he took her and fed her
And into bed led her
And now that wee lassie's the whore of Dumblane

All the little angels are sent up, are sent up
All the little angels are sent up on high
Which end up? arse sent up,
Which end up? arse sent up
All the little angels are sent up on high
                

Transcribed from the 1963 LP Songs for Gay Dogs by Patty Roberts