At Edinburgh Castle
The Edinburgh cannon, fires daily at one,
The Edinburgh cannon, seldom sees the sun. The Edinburgh cannon, at the castle every day, The Edinburgh cannon, a friend in every way. The Scottish goat shivers, as the north winds blow, The Scottish goat quivers, in the ice and snow. The Scottish goat ponders, when all this will end, The Scottish goat dreams of summer in the glen. The Scottish piper plays, his wondrous sound, The Scottish piper gazes, the ramparts all around. The Scottish piper smiles, as he leaves for his tram, The Scottish piper, soon, will be savouring his dram! Richardpeej November 2013 |
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