[Verse 1]
There’s a good old Scottish custom
That has stood the test o’ time.
It’s a custom that’s been carried out in ev’ry land and clime.
Where brother Scots foregather, it’s aye the usual thing,
For just before they say “good nicht,”
They fill their cups and sing:

[Chorus]
Just a wee deoch an’ doris, just a wee drop, that’s all.
A wee deoch an’ doris afore ye gang awa’.
There’s a wee wifie waitin’ in a wee but an ben.
If ye can say, “It’s a braw, bricht moonlicht nicht,”
Then yer a’richt, ye ken.

[Verse 2]
I like a man that is a man; a man that’s straight and fair.
A sort o’ man that will and can in all things do his share.
I like a man, a jolly man, the sort o’ man, “ye know,”
The chap that slaps your back and says,
“Mon Jock, before we go”: [Repeat Chorus]