(Trad)
The whisky's guid and the whisky's grand
A wee drappie o't'll dae ye nae hairm
I only wish that in my airms
I had a great big barrel o' hieland whisky o
Well ye a' heard of piper McNeill
A hearty chap and a fancy chiel
In a' my days I lo'ed him weel
For he dearly lo'es the whisky o
As I cam' staggerin' hame ae nicht
As drunk as ony man could be
I struck a post and doon I fell
A wi' a wee drappie whisky o
As I cam' staggerin' tae the door
My mither rose and she slipped the bar
But when she saw my claithes a' glais
She says, Hang tae the hieland whisky o
Oh mither angry you neednae be
Nor in a passion you neednae flee
For aye until the day I die
I'll aye tak' a wee drappie o' whisky o
(as sung by Cilla Fisher & Artie Trezise)