STAR O' THE BAR
(Davie Robertson)

Oh I'll sing ye's a stave if ye'll gie yer attention
It's nae sang o' pity it's nae tale o' woe
And nae word o' honour or love will I mention
But I'll sing o' a lassie I kent long ago

(Cho) Nae better than maist, and nae worse as mony
And what drew me tae her 's no easy tae say
She was coorse, she was heartless and she wasnae that bonnie
But she was the star o' the bar in her day

I've stravaiged the Royal Mile wi' her, drinkin' in style wi' her
And Rose Street frae end tae end often surveyed
Focht and swore in the pubs wi' her
Rolled in the dubs wi' her, cadged mony subs frae her never repaid

A' ye chaps wi' young lassies believe me love soon passes
And a' yer bricht dreams is but straes in the wind
Better yin whae'll sit doon wi' ye, sing a fine tune wi' ye
Pass the gless roond wi' ye, drink hersel blind
^^