Firkin Idyll on a Hill song lyrics

The sun shines down on my naked calf

The heather's licking me fine thighs

As I 'm standing by yon bonnie braes

As the highland under our feet lies

And I scratch me balls and ye scratch ye groin

And you lovingly hold my hand

And we kiss a whisky- flavouréd kiss

And we sip at the beer from each other's hands.

Me moustache rich with the rare oul' times

With beer and haggis and all

And ye curl on my chest in the whimpering wind

That lifts my kilt to reveal me balls.

And we stand my love me highland dove

And the clouds all smile at us from above

And sprinkle our faces with heavenly graces

My finger anon in your mitten I shove.

Oh my love, my only

Highland dove

As we stand on the hill

And we cannot stand still

My pen and your ink draw this highlander idyll.