Bottle o' the Best sheet music for Treble Clef Instrument
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Bottle o' the Best
Bottle o' the Best
(Jack Foley; tune trad.)
When your time o' work is done, and ye've earned yersel' some fun
In the pub ye start tae sup, ye're drinkin', clinkin' every cup
And the pint pots ye're preusin', and ye're boozin' till ye're
And ye're losin' a' yer senses tae the drink.
But when a' these folks sae prim are swiggin' swill up tae the
Nips o' gin and numbered Pimms wi' sugar rubbed aroon the rim
Let them drink until they drop, for the sly, besotted Scot
He'll be breakin' oot a bottle o' the best.
Aye, tae hell wi' a' the rest, give me a bottle o' the best
The amber bead I'll down wi' speed; it's no bad taste or waste,
And a whisky still I'll kill, I'll drink my fill and if I spill a
You know I will, I'll lick it off the floor.
I'll not touch Teachers, Grants nor Haig, gie me Bowmore or
Glenfarclas in a glass, well ye can throw the top away
For there's no use tae pretend that ye'll need the top again
When ye've broken oot a bottle o' the best.
And the English like their ale warm and flat, straight oot the
They aye slitter wi' their bitter; it would slaughter Jack the
And they sip their cider rough, they huff and puff and sniff and
And as if that's no' enough, they start tae sing.
When Jones' Ale Was new, or John Barleycorn's fine brew
Fathom the Bowl, the Barley Mow, Bring us a Barrel, just a few
But their songs are far surpassed by the tinkle in the glass
When you've broken oot a bottle of the best.
And the Irish, wi' their Pride o' Erin, think they can deride
Oor golden watter wi' their patter when they're oot upon the
Sixteen hundred pints o' stout, a drinkin' bout wi' oot a doubt
And if they've no' got the gout they start tae dance.
Father O'Flynn and Larry O'Gaff, Biddy the Bowlwife, for a
The Young May Moon, the Garry Owen, the Blackbird drives them
But their jigs have no appeal tae a Scot who likes tae reel
When he's broken oot a bottle o' the best.
Aye, a bottle o' the best, that's what it is, nae idle jest
Nae Mickey Finn, nae rotgut gin, nae bathtub wine that tastes
Have no fear, it's not like beer; malt whisky's strong and bright
And it's also bloody dear, but what the hell.
And it belts ye in the belly like a heavyweight Lochgelly
A glow begins tae grow six in a row turns ye tae jelly
Then ye dream, perchance tae sleep, but ye fall down in a heap
For ye've broken out a bottle of the best.
Lochgelly: a thick leather strup used until recently by Scottish
teachers to enforce disdipline.
Copyright Jack Foley
Recorded by Ed Miller, Border Background
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|Style:||Traditional (View more Traditional Treble Clef Instrument Music)|
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