[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]