Auld ReekieAuld Reekie Auld Reekie my dirty old homeWhen I'm awa' fro' thee I moan and I moan Down in sassenach lands where the pubs close so early And the lasses though bonny won't whirly whirly And the lads ha' no kilts and no whiskey to drink And I cry and I cry and I think and I think Of my bonnie Auld Reekie and drink drink drink Rab C Burns |