IT'S NICE WHEN YOU
LOVE A WEE LASSIE
by
J.D. Harper &
Harry Lauder
Contributed by Bruce McCausland
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Sandy McPherson an'
Sandy McGee,
Sandy McLean an' his
brother and me,
We were companions
in Bonnie Dundee,
Noo we're residing
in London.
We've got a ooay wee
flat in the West,
An' there ev'ry nicht
we dine on the best;
Nicht after nicht
at it, we never tire.
We got a' oor pals
up an' sing roon' the fire;
Chorus
"It's nice when you
love a wee lassie,
It's nice when the
lassie is true;
Oh! it's nice when
ye ken that yer bonnie wee hen
Is in love and her
lover is you"
Verse 2
Last Friday nicht was
a great nicht for me,
Had the Duke of MacDuff
an' his wife up to tea!
We had a dandy wee
private soiree,
And it ended up great
at the finish.
We gave them as much
as they wanted to eat,
An' a wee deoch an'
doris before their retreat,
We broke up at twelve
as the midnight hour rang;
As we stood on the
steps at the door we a'sang:
Chorus
Verse 3
I'll never forget big
McPherson's birthday;
He was born in June,
but we held it in May.
He was thirty had
never been kiss'd, so they say,
But that is a big
fabrication.
We put Mac to bed,
'twas a terrible strain;
He fell out two times,
then he fell out again.
The last time he fell
out his head it went bing!
But we gave him a
"half" and he started to sing;
(after 3rd verse only)
"Here's a hand my
trusty frien',
An'gie's a hand o'
thine,
I have na seen ye
a' the nicht,
but I can feel yer
doin' fine;"
Patter (spoken)
It wasn't because
McPherson had a lot to drink. Certainly Not! because
we are absolutely
teetottlers, only we are not pledged. That's the only
difference. However,
seeing it was McPherson's birthday we had a great doo!"
Then a smoking concert.
we sang "The dear little shamrock" eighteen times;
"Scots wha hae" nineteen
times; "Annie Laurie" twenty times; and "Auld Lang
Syne" Then McLean
suggested we go to our beds. So McPherson rose to turn
oot the gas, but said,
"Chaps, I suggest we sing that wee chorus o' ours before we go.
Chorus