A voice in the mist

Sa sit an sip a dram wi me
We'll do again those grand ol days
Sa lately hidin' in a haze
What was the cause of such a daze
Sa soon f'got sa soon fo'gave
It wa' na nuff ter blame or fault
Sa sniff an' smell this single malt
It tastes of heather drifting fog
Up frae the loch o' Lomon'
Two swallers each an' we'll be young
Enough t'hear the song as sung
By we wha fought t' right a wrong
An won enough t' get along
An' swap a lie as if among
Old friends as we belong
Sa sit an' sip an' hold y' tongue
It wa' na' worth the bother.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Aye just a wee dram then just now. Bide a while then wi pleasant folk. Aye I've a mind to mind.

[Donald Meikle]

Ah then a man o' taste w' time t'chat

[revalatia]

Well done!! I love the style you've displayed :D

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

Ahhhhh. I loved, just loved. just loved reading this aloud!
You just can't get it unless you read it aloud.
Wonderful. ~Pamela

[Rain]

I absolutely loved this piece. The dialect, the feel of drunkenness, and battle..of a smokey pub, with peanut shells on the wooden floor. Great piece. Rain..