Highland Hoolie - Celtic Scottish High Energy Song

Do you speak this Scottish dialect? I sure don't. Sounds cool though.

Lyrics:
Ah’m waukin’ oan the brae, mist swirl’n roond,
Heilan’ coos bleat, neebor’s bellies soond.
Tae the glen ah gang, wi’ ma wee dog Tam,
Kilts oan ma legs, nae shame, pure jam.
Burns’ poetry stuck in ma heid,
Gie’s a dram o’ whisky, nae need tae plead.
Haggis fer lunch, tatties an’ neeps,
Dance a ceilidh, stomp oot yer feets.

Och aye, Highland hoolie, lads an’ lassies sing,
Fires in the hearth, hear the fiddles ring.
Up the hills, doon the glens, tae the whisky’s flow,
In the bonnie, bonnie land whaur the heather grows.

Thon loch’s sae deep, reflections glint,
Ah leap oot the boat, gie the trout a squint.
Bagpipes skirl frae yon castle wa’,
Clan banners flappin’, aw body aw.
Ah meet ma mates at th’ auld pub door,
Tae sup some ale, share tales o’ yore.
Snickers at the sheep, ne’er a care in sight,
Sun droons in the sky, oh the gloamin’ light.

Och aye, Highland hoolie, lads an’ lassies sing,
Fires in the hearth, hear the fiddles ring.
Up the hills, doon the glens, tae the whisky’s flow,
In the bonnie, bonnie land whaur the heather grows.

Aye, ye ken it’s braw,
Hieland mist, an’ the roar o’ the craw.
Ye dance, ye sing, ye stomp yer feet,
Frae Skye tae Cairngorm, life’s pure treat!

Och aye, Highland hoolie, lads an’ lassies sing,
Fires in the hearth, hear the fiddles ring.
Up the hills, doon the glens, tae the whisky’s flow,
In the bonnie, bonnie land whaur the heather grows.

Fade oot wi’ bagpipes an’ laughter, aye,
Scotland’s heart in the sky, ne’er to die.

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