Three Verses.
Old Angus.
‘I’ll not pay two pounds,
I’ll pay one pound fifty;
Mean as it sounds
I’m keen on bein’ thrifty.’
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Talk Of The Stockbridge Tap.
They say the Scots are very tight
But that’s not what I found,
They thanked me generously last night
And all I did was stand around.
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Some See The Stars/Half Empty?
Is auld Dunfermline not an intoxicating sight?
The impact of these ancient walls, so profound,
Old stained windows remain a dark architectural delight,
The rusty crusty iron-barred door indominatably solid and sound-
I’m still pounding the old bars at dawns first light,
Dunfermline not forgotten despite all the pints I downed.
