trad
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