You warm me from the inside out
And fill me to the brim.
You charm me with your Scottish clout,
With your amber color dim.
Now stoke the fire and pack your pipe,
Fill your glasses well.
Your drink is not of common type,
Please listen to it tell
Of island home and salt sea air,
Of peat and smoke and fire;
Of mounts and woods and old men’s prayer,
Of Andrew’s cross and English ire.
It sings the songs of Scotland
With every single sip,
It sends me to my homeland
When it meets my lips.