Skipper Drummond Young
Tune - 'Duke Street'
Skittlers! raise a ringing
'Skol!'
To your king o' board and bowl;
Trotters! in harmonious quire,
Hail your Shepherd and your
Sire;
For as arm'd Minerva sped
Forth frae Jupiter's ain head,
So the Jovial Trotters sprung
Frae the head o' Drummond
Young.
See him tirr'd o' sark and
breeks,
Blobs o' sweat hap down his
cheeks;
The mightiest bowl behold him
wale,
And, swythe! like stooks afore
the gale.
The air is thick wi' wizzin'
pins,
The markers claw their barkit
shins,
When the thunderbolt is flung
Frae the hand o' Drummond Young
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By day or nicht, in calm or
storm,
At Trotters' Tryst, on hie
Cairngorm;
For sang or story, splore or
walk;
Wi beer or skittles, brush or
kalk
In Hieland kilt, or Lawland
trews,
He bears the bell - he leads
the broose,
For force o' arm, or strength
o' lung,
Nane can tackle Drummond Young
Painter, Mason, Skipper, Chief
-
Leal, big-hearted man, in
brief.
Lang, lang may thy portly wyme
'Scape the shot o' Skittler
Time.
Greater girth bring greater
pith,
Hale an' soun' be limb an'
lith.
Yark his hurdies wi a rung
That wad wrang oor Drummond
Young.
JG |