Highland Games
Firkin Lyrics

As I put my nose in Pitlochry
I arrived in Pitlochry

One sunny highland noon
It was a sunny afternoon in the Scottish Highlands

Why the sun, of course soon disappeared
But the sun soon disappeared

So I stayed there in the gloom.
So I stayed there despite the gloomy weather

There were many a well dressed lads o'er there
There were many well-dressed young men around

And dressed up all in kilts they were
All of them were wearing kilts

Their faces red with tossing the caber
Their faces were red from tossing the caber (a traditional Scottish event)

Putting stone and drinking whisky
They were also putting stones and drinking whisky

The poles they threw were big as trees
The poles they threw were as big as trees

I'd never risk me life to move them
I would never risk my life to move them

Hammers that they threw so far
They also threw hammers very far

Would surely rip my shoulders out
But that kind of activity would surely cause injury

So I sought a pub and sat meself
So I went to a pub and sat down

And turned to things were meant for me
And did activities that were more suited to me

Then drank a beer then two then three
Then I drank one beer, then two, then three

And soon I dreamed of mighty feats
And soon I started dreaming of doing great things

Fly, fly, fly up to the sky
Fly up to the sky

Fly, fly like a sweet firkin lullaby
Fly like a sweet, soothing lullaby

For my spirit from the whisky's getting high.
Because my spirit is lifted by the whisky

I befriended many a chums
I made many friends

While stood the ground and sat and drank
While standing, sitting, and drinking

And stood some rounds and did not know
And had some drinks and didn't know what I was saying

What I could say to pissed them off
What I might say to upset them

But suddenly a punch arrivéd
But suddenly someone punched me

From the ether to mine ear
Seemingly out of nowhere

Deductively I soon derived
I quickly concluded

That I should have another beer
That I should have another beer

(or two, or three, perhaps a wee dram too)
(or maybe two, or three, or a small glass of whisky)

So that befell in Pitlochry
That's what happened in Pitlochry

Not so very long ago
Not too long ago

And though it still shows on me face
And although the punch left a mark on my face

I still would have another go
I would still go back and try again

For though the punch was hard, the whisky
Because even though I got punched, the whisky

Poured to me was smooth and creamy
That was poured for me was smooth and creamy

'nd ever since I tasted it/ It firkin raised me kundalini
Ever since I tasted it, it raised my kundalini (a spiritual concept)

Fly, fly, fly up to the sky
Fly up to the sky

Fly, fly like a sweet firkin lullaby
Fly like a sweet, soothing lullaby

For my spirit from the whisky's getting high.
Because my spirit is lifted by the whisky