The Five Friends

Weel, wha's in the bouroch, And what is your cheer? The best that ye'll find In a thousand year; Chorus And we're a' nodding nid, nid, noddin, We're a' noddin fu' at e'en. There's our ain Jamie Clark, Frae the hall of Argyle, Wi' his leal Scottish heart, And his kind open smile; Chorus There is Will, the gude fallow, Wha kills a' our care, Wi' his sang an' his joke And a mutchkin mair; Chorus There is blithe Jamie Barr, Frae St. Barchan's toun, When wit gets a kingdom, He's sure o' the crown; Chorus There is Rab, frae the south, Wi' his fiddle and his flute, I could list to his strains Till the starns fa' out; Chorus Apollo, for our comfort, Has furnished the bowl, And here is my bardship As blind as an owl; Chorus