THE BAR-ROOM MOUNTAINEERS

In Drymen Square so fair and fine,
There stands a shop that sells good wine,
It's full of Whisky, Wine and Beer,
And so are the Bar-Room Mountaineers (e, e, e, ers)
We're the Bar-Room Mountaineers.

If you hear a Tally Ho ! (Tally Ho, Tally Ho)
In the middle of the night, (In the middle of the night)
Don't tremble so, dear Hostel-ite,
Just close your eyes and have no fear,
For it's only a drunken mountaineer (e, e, e, r.)
We're the Bar-Room Mountaineers.

We have never limbed a great big Hill
And we hope to hell we never will,
For the highest we've climbed is a windae sill,
We're the Bar-Room Mountaineers.

Now don't be afraid to look us over,
We are very seldom sober,
And when we've had enough for four,
You'll never find us on the floor,
But it's up to the bar and ask for more, (o, o, o, ore)
We're the Bar-Room Mountaineers.

From the Shores of Balmaha,
To the Hills of Aberfoyle,
From Drymen Square to Glassachoille,
We're famous everywhere we go,
As a shower of drunken so and so's !
We're the Bar-Room Mountaineers.