My love had got a red, red nose
Because she likes a tepple or three
But I can’t complain
Because she likes a tipple, or three, just like me
My love is a true Scoutch lassie
Who thenks a drink makes life unboreng
However, when she’s had a few
She ain’t leveng the dream, she’s making Zzzzs snoring
Aye, my love she has a red red nose
And pretty high blood pressure
Maybe I should get some leaches next time i fall drunk in the pond
And of a wee bet of blood, blood let her
I had better be careful though
Cos I know not where to place it proper
I don’t want to hit a main artery
Cos she may bleed out and become a cropper
Anyway, I’ll steck on the leach on her ample rear and leave it a while
And go and write some poetry classy
I wouldn’t have the time if she weren’t mostly sleeping
Och, I have a loving red, red nosed, tippling wee lassie