Dear Friends and Gentle Hearts
Single Malt
(words and music by Norman G. Walker - 2008 © SOCAN)
Of all the liquid wonders of the world
The finest guilty pleasure is the single malt
Of Caledonia’s praises that we sing
As fine a glass for working man or king.
There’s none compares, each one can stand alone
The character and flavour of the single malt
From nose to palate, finish and the rest
This water of life is still the best.
Chorus:
And it’s highland, lowland, out among the isles
Campbeltown, Speyside and Islay
We’ll pass around the bottle and we’ll sing another song
And lubricate the fiddler to play.
There are drunken scholars try to do their best
Unravelling the mystery of the single malt
From lab to lounge, research the world around
The elixir magic never to be found. … Chorus
Perhaps it’s the barley, the water, or the still
That might betray the secret of the single malt
It could be the peat smoke, or aging in the cask
Or the blessing of the angel-sharing task. ... Chorus
There once was a piper, MacDonald was his name
I asked him how he liked to taste his single malt
He says, “Of course, to drink it at the source
The only way to truly feel the force.” … Chorus
“By a burn, in a glen, that overlooks a loch
It’s there you’ll taste the flavour of the single malt
Cold drizzle on the heather, smell of peat and sheep together
With this a glass of scotch could not be better”. ... Chorus
Chorus (last time):
And it’s highland, lowland, out among the isles
Campbeltown, Speyside and Islay
We’ll pass around the bottle and we’ll sing another song
And lubricate the fiddler, a drink for the fiddler
Lubricate the fiddler to play.
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