Crivvens Jings and Help M'Boab

[Wee Angus McWordy]

Aye
These nichts are awfy cauld
Try wearin' a kilt in this weather
Ah you English cannae dae it
Ye dinna e'en hae it
Ye're a' no even funky
It'd freeze the balls aff a brass monkey

Hear the sound o' the pipes
Wailin' oot ower the Loch
You English cannae play a note
Its no' a talent ye have got
Ye're a' la-de-da wi' courts n' spouses
And askin me...
Where's your trousers?

Crivvens Jings and Help M'Boab
Ye canna unnerstaun a word
Ye're a daft and awa' in the heid
Ye a'might as well be deed...
Aye

[Daphne]

Do you happen to have a translation? It's the crivvens which confuses.

[alex]

hhmm I could only understand this bit... ''And askin me...
Where's your trousers? ''

[Daphne]

It refers to a famous song, "Donald where's yer troosers?" I say "famous" when I actually mean CRAP.

[Sunshine]

I love Scotland. I love walking in the sunshine on the heather-filled moors with the smell of peat.

[alex]

The smell is actually goat shit, sunshine!