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Y surely heard o’ famous Neil, The man that play’d the fiddle weel, I wat he was a canty chiel, And dearly loo’d the whisky, O. And ay since he wore tartan hose, He dearly loo’d the Athol brose; And wae was he, you may suppose, To play fareweel to whisky, O.

Alake, quoth Neil, I’m frail and auld, And find my bluid grows unco cauld; I think ‘twad mak me blythe and bauld, A wee drap Highland whisky, O. And yet the doctors a’ agree That whisky’s no the drink for me; Saul! quoth Neil, ’twill spoil my glee, Shou’d they part me and whisky, O.

Tho’ I can get baith wine and ale, And find my head and fingers hale, I’ll be content, tho’ legs shou’d fail. To play fareweel to whisky, O. But still I think on auld langsyne,