
Tomorrow is International Beer Day. A whole slew of songs have been written on the subject of suds so gather around the bar, hoist your glasses and sing along.

Tomorrow is International Beer Day. A whole slew of songs have been written on the subject of suds so gather around the bar, hoist your glasses and sing along.
Retired great grandmother living in Washington. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I'm a hair-dishevelled heilan' coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I'm cursed tae ca' ma hame.
Depending on the mood I'm in
I'll raise ma horns on high,
An' if I like the look o' ye
I'll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O' ye, then tak great care,
I'll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o'there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I'll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o' ma een.
Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham
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