When Adam from his leafy bower
Cam’ out at break o’ day,
He’ll always for his morning teuk
A quaich of usquebae.
And when wi’ Eve he’ll had a crack,
He’ll teuk his sneeshin’ horn,
And on the tap ye’ll weel micht mark
A braw big Cairngorm.
The sneeshin’ mull is fine, my frien’s,
The sneeshin’ mull is grand;