I love this song! Here's my best guess at lyrics, Andy M Stewart-style: One Sunday morn as I rode out with the road bein' dark and dusty-oh, well a friend and I stepped into an inn for a horn o' Jenny Grey's whiskey-oh. CHORUS: Of her gin she keeps the royal blue and the best of all Scots whiskey too, No cordial cure is half so pure as a horn o' Jenny Grey's whiskey-oh. Now there's some that likes tae quarrel and bite whenever they get tipsy-oh, ah but gie me a lass and full flowin' glass filled up with a horn o' whiskey-oh. So come all ye misers great and small for your gold is gettin' dusty-oh, don't sit and think but come and drink of a horn o' Jenny Grey's whiskey-oh. One Sunday morn as I rode out with the road bein' dark and dusty-oh, well a friend and I stepped into an inn for a horn o' Jenny Grey's whiskey-oh. -- I once tried to look up and see what gin might have been the "royal blue," but I ended up reading someplace that, customarily, gin labels were dark blue. I can't find any reference to that now, though, and it was off the 'net so take it with a grain of salt.
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