In Kirkintilloch There's Nae Pubs

CHORUS: In Kirkintilloch, there's nae pubs, 
 And Ah'm shair ye'll wonder why,
 Ma brither an' me, we went oan a spree, 
 We drank the pubs a' dry, a' dry, drank the pubs a' dry. 

 Ma granpaw he worked doon the pit,
 An' so did ma faither tae, 
 Ye work like a mule fae ye leave the school, 
 An' ye drink oan a Setterday, me lads, ye drink oan a Setterday. 

 The gaffer doon the pit, me lads, 
 Can scarce believe his een. 
 Ma brither an me we howked mair coal 
 Than his latest cuttin' machine, me lads, his latest cuttin' machine. 

 Ma faither, he wis a Glesca man, 
 Ma mither cam fae Troon. 
 An' e'ch did say the ither day,
 "It's time ye settled doon, me lad, it's time ye settled doon".

 So Ah think Ah'll jist get merriet, lads,
 An' hae a faimly tae,
 An' yase their mitts an' work in the pits, 
 An' drink oan a Setterday, me lads, an' drink oan a Setterday.