Rob Roy MacGreegor-O

Who's the cause o' a' the mirth,
Rob Roy MacGreegor-O,
Frae Glasgow Cross tae the Solway Firth,
Rob Roy MacGreegor-O.

Chorus
Eat the breid an’ held the ba’,
The man that ate the bile't ham raw,
He verra seldom kicked his maw,
Rob Roy MacGreegor-O.

On a dainty sandwich he's gey keen
Two loaves o' breid an' a pig between.

When tae the dancin' he has gane
He aye leaves fourteen lassies hame.

Who puts on size 15 shoes
Drinks a barrel o' the rye-buck booze.

Who will right Auld Scotia's wrongs
Who is the leader o' the Tongs.

He never ever sings a song
Unless it's a hundred verses long.

That wis a real wee rotten verse
This one here is ten times worse.

At London toon he had a look
Kiss'd the Queen and chased the Duke

Frae Partick Cross up tae the Tron
Who knows every pub an' pawn.

MATT McGINN
Rob Roy MacGreegor-O	Who's the cause o' a' the mirth, Rob Roy MacGreegor-O, Frae Glasgow Cross tae the Solway Firth, Rob Roy MacGreegor-O. Chorus Eat the breid an’ held the ba’, The man that ate the bile't ham raw, He verra seldom kicked his maw, Rob Roy MacGreegor-O. On a dainty sandwich he's gey keen Two loaves o' breid an' a pig between. When tae the dancin' he has gane He aye leaves fourteen lassies hame. Who puts on size 15 shoes Drinks a barrel o' the rye-buck booze. Who will right Auld Scotia's wrongs Who is the leader o' the Tongs. He never ever sings a song Unless it's a hundred verses long. That wis a real wee rotten verse This one here is ten times worse. At London toon he had a look Kiss'd the Queen and chased the Duke Frae Partick Cross up tae the Tron Who knows every pub an' pawn.