I‘m ever dry for Malt
I ‘m dedicated drinker
I drink my Mary’s Malt
I ‘m pure dead gambit thinker
I ‘m a Mackintosh’s son
Merrit to a Chattan’s daughter
I ‘m sipin only Malt
Never spoil it wi water
Oh prrrecious prrrecious Malt
Well aged in it ook barrel
I ‘m not at all in fault
When wi rrrobie I quarrel
O legg’dy rrrob ye drink
Skoosh on the rrrocks wi water
Too light under yer kilt
Ye fret of it hangofter
I ’ll tell thee how I swept
That beastie Frenchie robbie
With pride I ‘ll atest
how I smote ol’ carrobie
One day I hit it board
and charged in full that Frenchie
My brave wan dot e four
squeezed him in his trenchy
Which he could have done
I at least pelieve it
He could try 1. …c five
And then take it or leave it
Ye robbie keep it clean
Enjoy yer lemon soda
While my wan dot e four
Will write a bran new coda
The coda is so simple
An’ washed deep down wi whiskeyz
A puir man ‘s fain o little
But ye prefer them Friskies
"Ode Of Victory Against him Frenchie rrrobbie"
by black beetle
