A wee drap o’ whisky, I tak’ when I’m weary
Ma blood for to warm, my spirits to cheer
And when I sit doon, I intend to be merry
F G C
So fill up a bumper and bring it round here.
I can scarce get a hauf oor when I am weary
F C G
To tell you the truth that I'm wrocht very sore
a G C F
My ploo and my lassie are a' my whole pleasure
C G C - G
We'll baith tak' a kiss an' hae a drap mair.
Contented I sit and contented I labour
Contented I drink and contented I sing
I never dispute nor fa’ oot wi' my neebors
For that is a mean and a contentious thing.
Oh few, very few ever hear me compleenin’
Though ofttimes the load of oppression I bear
Oh fat is the use o’ a man aye compleenin'
For aye fan he tastes, he maun hae a drap mair.
Come noble waiter, bring in a large measure,
I mean hauf a mutchkin the best o' the toon
An' when it is drunken, it's time to be joggin
Wi’ the lightest o’ care we’ll gang toddlin’ hame.