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Thread #140776   Message #3237075
Posted By: Jim Dixon
10-Oct-11 - 10:22 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Music-hall songs sung by Will Fyffe
Subject: Lyr Add: I'M THE LANDLORD OF THE INN IN ABERFOYLE
My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


I'M THE LANDLORD OF THE INN IN ABERFOYLE
As sung by Will Fyffe

For thirty years I've held the licence of this wee hotel.
The fact is I was born in it an reared in it as well.
It's been handed down for years an years from father unto son,
An it's recognized the house of call by each and ev'ry one.

CHORUS: And I'm the landlord of the pub in Aberfoyle,
And if you're feelin thirsty from a hard day's toil,
You'll find that it is just the place for whiskey an for beer.
You'll get a Scottish welcome, aye, an hairty Scottish cheer.
If it happens that the doors are closed and the clocks have all struck ten,
Just tap upon the back door, dinnae ring the bell,
An down will come the landlord of the Aberfoyle Hotel.

We get lots of folk frae Glesgae on a Sunday afternoon.
Motorbikes an hikers by the dozen gather roon.
I fill them up wi haggis, aye, an lots o boiled ham,
For it makes them awfy thirsty so they have to have a dram. CHORUS

PATTER: Of course, you know, you’ve got to be very particular, an that’s what I am: very particular. I’ve got to know you first. But mind you, to those that know, to those that belong to the same lodge, two distinct knocks an yer in. Any more or any less an yer oot. An mind you, yer still; I’m takin nae chances. But you know, I had an awfu fright the other night; I got an awfu fright the other night! I heard the usual two distinct knocks. I opened the door an there was the police constable. So he fixed me wi his eye; he said: “Alister, you have company inside.” I fixed him wi my eye; I said: “Yes, constable, I have two sergeants an the superintendent o police.” He said: “Goodnight, Alister.” I said: “Goodnight, constable.” Heh-heh, you’ve got to be cute with those fellows. Keep yer eyes open, you know. You’ve got to watch yer step when you’ve got a public hoose, especially yer doorstep. CHORUS