Peter Jeffrey: Bonny Scotland

Bonny Scotland

O it’s grand to be a Scottish man

Like Sir Sean and Lord George Gordon,

To swear allegiance to yer clan

And deck yersel in yards and yards

Of yer ain glorious tartan.

You’ve got yer Hundred Pipers and yer smoky Scottish wine

And you’ve got yer Rabbie Burns, yer banks and braes and Auld Lang Syne.

You’ve got yer William Dunbar and yer bonny old Dundee,

Forget yer timor mortis and dismiss conturbat me.

What if a goodly bit of it, some say the bloody lot,

Was generated by the pen of gude Sir Walter Scott?

Is Rob Roy fact or fiction? We don’t really give a damn,

So let’s toast the whole confection in a vintage golden dram.

Let’s drink to Bonny Scotland and its bonny boats to Skye,

Its Bannockburns, its bonny Doons, its Comin’s thro the Rye;

In tartan pants we’ll sing and dance,

To show folks how we feel,

We’ll hum a tune from Brigadoon and do an eightsome reel.

Peter Jeffrey