From the heelan hills and rills o bonnie Scot-land
Fra the bogs and fogs and soggy lochs and braes
From the moontin tops where lonely jocks drink whis-key
To the dingy pond wherein the lone trout plays.
There was once a laddie wandered wi his lass-ie
When she told him that her love for him was dead.
As she left this lonely boy
Who’d now lost his only joy
The trout raised his head and this is what he said:
O rum ti tumti, Tickle yer monkey, Tickle di didle doo
Rumpy pumpy, Humpty dumpty, Tickle yer tivey too
Oh hankie pankie, Winkie wankie, Diddle de didle doo
Rinky dinky, Tiddley winky, Nicky nacky noo
the noo the noo the noo the noo the noo
Oh packety wackety, Nickety nackety, Sings the lonely trout
Splickety wickety, Pickety nickety, What is life about?
Shackety mackety, Thwackety crackety, She was just a slut
Find yourself another lass, A nicer piece of butt.
Oh packety wackety, Nickety nackety, Sings the lonely trout
Splickety wickety, Pickety nickety, What is life about?
Shackety mackety, Thwackety crackety, She was just a slut
Find yourself another lass, A nicer piece of butt.
Oh packety wackety, Nickety nackety, Sings the lonely trout
Splickety wickety, Pickety nickety, What is life about?
Shackety mackety, Thwackety crackety, She was just a slut
Find yourself another lass, A nicer piece of butt.