WHISKY'S RISKY but it gets you FRISKY 
 
   the sober man ignores the thistle 
 
        decides instead to wet his whistle 
 
           heads straight for the nearest bar 
 
        & soon he's roaring slàinte mhath* 
 
            keep English Ale or Irish Porter 
 
        make mine Scottish Fire Water 
 
            it's proof against the Highland weather 
 
        loosens lips so you can blether 
 
           you'll become a champion talker 
 
        after a dram of Johnnie Walker 
 
            through your alcoholic haze 
 
        gaze on bonny tartan braes 
 
            watch the haggis roamin' free 
 
        plucky beasties though they're only wee 
 
           see Venice and die but just feel peaky 
        when you set eyes on gude Auld Reekie 
 
            toast this Athens of the North 
 
        drink like a fish in the Firth of Forth 
 
            there's pickled herring and black bun 
 
        made in Scotland by the ton 
 
           there's loch and burn and ben and glen 
 
        heather and broom I ken I ken 
 
           all these are braw but one thing's siccar 
 
        best of aw's that golden liquor 
 
           a single malt a single malt 
 
        gives you a jolt like a thunderbolt 
 
Davy king