Puir Bluidy Swaddies Are Wearie

The pipie is dozie, the pipie is fey He wullnae come roun for his vino the day The sky owre Messina is unco an gray An aa the bricht chaumers are eerie Fareweill ye banks o Sicily Fare ye weill ye valley an shaw There’s nae Jock will murn the kyles o ye Aa the […]