Lord O Whisky Lyrics - Craig Herbertson

The Lady Nairn provided four 

The Sheep's Heid Inn provided more 

The kirk saw me at half a score 

As drunk as drunk could be! 

The company then drank to me 

A' happy wit and merrily 

And a' their speech being bold and free 

They called me Lord o Whiskey 

Please tae call me lord o whiskey-o 

Please tae call me lord o whiskey-o 

Hud yer weesht those beyond 

Here comes the son o' John Barley corn 

The harvest moon was riding high 

I climbed the Ladder to the sky 

And from the Seat I took the view 

And fell asleep as tipplers do 

And then when I was in my dreams 

Screams awoke me from the deep 

Burning lights surrounded me 

Cackling screams and shouts of glee 

A fire threw up sweet perfume 

Smoked curled up unto the moon 

Forms arose from the mist 

Witches crying to be kissed 

A clamjafrae o' cutty sarks 

Were thrown into the fiery sparks 

And naked saw the loons advance 

And dance and dance and dance 

'On Lammas nicht we cut the corn 

And wish for golden yellow dawn 

The land o cakes where we are born 

Reveres the son, John Barley corn 

As Ceres rises in the night 

We hold our scythes up to the light 

To bring them down upon the head 

And in a blow we wake the dead' 

I saw that they had cornered me 

A sacrifice to barbarity