Ralph Windle

I’m Andrew McTavish frae over the Border,
And mony’s the year that I’ve ganged thra’ the heather;
My fathers were here when the auld Thane of Cawdor
And Lady McBeth were sleep-walkin’ tegither.
There’s a chill in ma bones and I’m no unco pretty
Through trampin’ these hills in the rain and the weather.

But I’m Cock o’ the Hielands frae here tae the city,
And mony’s the dam that has swooned tae my blether!
So it’s auch for the noo and a muckle’s a mickle!
Before I’m a haggis let’s tak’ a wee dram;
Before I’m the kilt for this bandy-legged shepherd,
Let’s drink tae the health o’ the auld Scottish ram!

Then it’s I’ll tak’ the low road, and he’ll tak’ the high
And I’ll be in Ben Lomond afore he knows why!

( from ‘ The Bertie Ramsbottom Book of Improbable Sheep’)