Willie an' I cam doun by Blair
And in by Tullibardine,
The kye were at the waterside,
An' bee-skeps in the garden.
I saw the reek of a private still
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Says I, 'Gud Lord, I thank ye!'
As Willie and I cam in by Blair
And out by Killiekrankie.
Ye hinny bees, ye smuggler lads,
Thou, Muse, the bard's protector,
I never kent what kye were for
Till I had drunk the nectar!
And shall I never drink it mair?
Gud troth, I beg your pardon!
The neist time I come doun by
Blair
And in by Tullibardine.
