So as we sit around your table
And feast on haggies, whisky neeps
Addressing done there is one fable
Who wears the breeks upon their hips
A man's a man for a that we say
Though I'm sure sweet lassies they'll say nay
We're the ones who wear the troos
Gentlemen a shame. You lose!
There's no such uncertainty as a sure thing
The fellas they all sing
Buy red red rose let's us be schmoozers
Donald wears the troosers!
Go mash the tatties go mash the neeps
Like Wee sleekin cowering timorous beasts
We'll leave it to the red red rose
In our tam O shanter in recline repose
The best laid plans of mice and men
We'll leave it to the lassies then
Should old acquaintance be forgot
Just toast the lassies with a tot
Go mash the tatties go mash the neeps
Like Wee sleekin cowering timorous beasts
The best laid plans of mice and men
We'll leave it to the lassies then
As fair art though our bonnie lasses
It's time for us to raise our glasses
You wear the troosers we have no guilt
In fact we prefer to wear our kilts!
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