Along the bloomin’ street,
And every ’quaintance in the town
’Ud want to stand us treat.
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]They’d pull and press, and chaff and beg,
Till ’t last we’d break away,
A-shoutin’ “No! we’ve spiked the keg—
No booze for us, till May!”
Well, Dave, he comes from Aberdeen,
And Sandy Mac. was tight:
Sez Mac., “Old Scotland’s hills are green!