| So come, a' ye Kincardine lads
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| Come along wi' me
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| We’ll ging doon tae Sandy’s still
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| And tak the barley bree
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| Chorus (after each verse):
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| Wi' a hi dum a doo dum a daddy o
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| Hi dum a doo dum a daddy o
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| Hi dum a doo dum a daddy o
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| Hi dum a doo dum a daddy o
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| Sandy rade his auld gray mare
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| He rode the break o' day
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| Sayin', «Laddie, laddie, gyan yersel'
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| The gaugers are on their way»
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| The gaugers, they cam tae the hoose
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| They ran richt up the stair
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| Searched the room, a' richt aroon
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| But they fund nae bottles there
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| They pu’d the blankets aff the bed
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| Threw them on the flair
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| Maggie, she cam runnin' ben
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| Sayin', «Ye beggars, get oot the door»
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| Well, Sandy Callum made the still
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| He made it tae a plan
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| So it would stand away oot there
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| And mak the doubles strang
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| So come, a' ye Kincardine lads
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| Come along wi' me
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| We’ll ging doon tae Sandy’s still
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| And tak the barley bree |