Traivellin north tae me granmither's hoose
Fair faa ye and kisses fra all aroon
Yer tay in yer haun
Before the nicht lays ye doon
Winter walks oot by the shucks
Up tae me oxters in clabber
Nae spare clays, just have tae thole
And sit wie ol' Billy watching him slabber
Drinkin' whiskey and huddlin'
Roon the fire wie ye folk
But then comes mair
Ah, it sure makes me boke
Am scunnered wie this sleepy toon
A dinna feel like yin a ye
It's fair tae middlin' but surely not
The way it wis when a wis wee
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