'Git tae fuck!"

The auld drunk said

As he swigged back the Tennent's

 

So I went

Back on my way

As the sun began to set

 

Now I think

Of the auld drunk

From time to time in passing

 

I care not if I grow old

Still less to be a drunkard

But to be too bitter

Or too afraid

Should I have one

To tell my tale

To the bent and weary faces

Of those who give a damn

It chills me to the bone, dear boys

It chills me to the bone