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8 It cheers the spirit, warms the bluid, And maks us skeigh and vautie, O, The very look o't does me guid; The thought o't maks me canty. O.

O, for Highland Whisky, O, O. for Highland Whisky, O, Friend- it creates, and southers strife Auld Gileads Balm was Whisky, O.

This life is but a tiresome road, To gang alane is eerie, O; What, when we meet in Friendship sweet, But Whisky, maks us cheerie, O.

A wanght o' Highland Whisky, O, A wanght o' Highland Whisky, O; When ower Life's Grae we hand our way, There's naething cheers like Whisky,

And sic its power, it maks ane brave, And firm, and bauld, and frisky, O; Ae waught gies freedom to the slave, Aud Poortith's drown'd in Whisky, O,

Just routh O' Highland Whisky, O, Just routh o' Highland Whisky, O; I'd face a hunner Deils or mae, Weel prim'd wi' Highland Whisky, O