Текст песни Silly Wizard - The Parish Of Dunkeld
Silly Wizard - The Parish Of Dunkeld слова песни
O, what a parish, a terrible parish,O, what a parish is that o` Dunkel`,They hangit their minister, droon`d their precentorDang doun the steeple, and fuddled the bell.The steeple was doun, but the Kirk was still staunin`,They biggit a lum whaur the bell used to hang,A stellpat they gat and they brewed Hieland whisky,On Sundays they drank it, and ranted and sang.O, had you but seen how graceful it lookitTo see the cramm`d pews sae socially joinMacdonald the piper stuck up in the poopitHe made the pipes skirl out music divine.Wi` whisky and beer, they`d curse and they`d swearThey`d argy and fecht what ye daurna weel tell`Bout Geordie and Cherlie they bothered fu` rarelyWi` whisky they`re worse than the devil himsel`.When the heart-cheerin` spirit had mounted their garretTo a ball on the green they a` did adjournMaids wi` coats kilted, they steppit and liltitWhen tired they shook hands, and then hame did return.If the kirks a`owre Scotland held like social meetin`sNae warning` ye`d need from a far-tinklin` bellFor a true love and friendship wad draw ye thegitherFar better than roarin` the horrors o` hell.