Come aw ye Kincardine lads And tak a dram wi me We’ll gang doun tae Sandy’s still And tak the barley bree Chorus: Hye dum a dou dum a daddie-o (x4) Sandy rade his auld gray mare He rode tae break o day Sayin, “Laddie, laddie, gaun yersel The gaugers are on thair way.” The gaugers, thay came tae the hoose Thay went richt up the stair Thay searched the room, aw richt aroon’ But thay fund nae bottles thare Thay poued the blankets aff the bed Thay threw them on the flair Maggie, she cam runnin ben Sayin, “Ye beggars, get oot’n the door.” Sandy Callum made the still He made it tae a plan So it would stand away oot there And mak the doubles strang