by Robin Williamson
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When I was a little boy
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I used to take the time
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To go and see old Rab McPhee
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Down by the railway line
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He was getting on in years then you know
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And very fond of a drop of mountain whisky, and didn't he tell me so
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He was always full of a good story, and he'd a nose like a weatherhane
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He was never exactly drunk, but then he was never exactly sober anyway
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And I often remember these words he used to say
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Water is the strong stuff
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It carries whales and ships
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But water is the wrong stuff
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Don't let it get past your lips
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It rots your books
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It wets your suits
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Puts aches in all your bones
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Dilute the stuff with whiskey
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Aye, or leave it well alone
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Chorus:
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Whisky pure
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O whisky you're
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a charmer
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Drunk or sober
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Spare yourself contortions
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With a drop of barley wine
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A sensible precaution
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To counteract the times
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Brandy and rum are dandy for some
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Wherever they might be sold
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But a drop of mountain whisky
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Isn't ot worth its weight in gold
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Whisky, Nancy whisky
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You're as sweet as the dew
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I'm lonesome my darling
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Since parting with you
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Kiss me when you're with me
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Be easy and free
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and I'll throw away the bottle
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and take you with me
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Rab's last wollen testament
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Robin Williamson |