Craig Herbertson - Lord o Whisky lyrics

The Lady Nairn provided four The Sheep's Heid Inn provided more The kirk saw me at half a score As drunk as drunk could be! The company then drank to me A' happy wit and merrily And a' their speech being bold and free They called me Lord o Whiskey Please tae call me lord o whiskey-o Please tae call me lord o whiskey-o Hud yer weesht those beyond Here comes the son o' John Barley corn The harvest moon was riding high I climbed the Ladder to the sky And from the Seat I took the view And fell asleep as tipplers do And then when I was in my dreams Screams awoke me from the deep Burning lights surrounded me Cackling screams and shouts of glee A fire threw up sweet perfume Smoked curled up unto the moon Forms arose from the mist Witches crying to be kissed A clamjafrae o' cutty sarks Were thrown into the fiery sparks And naked saw the loons advance And dance and dance and dance 'On Lammas nicht we cut the corn And wish for golden yellow dawn The land o cakes where we are born Reveres the son, John Barley corn As Ceres rises in the night We hold our scythes up to the light To bring them down upon the head And in a blow we wake the dead' I saw that they had cornered me A sacrifice to barbarity