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When the Scots Drank Boston Dry
[Intro]
On one fine week in June,
The Scots came up Boston way,
To cheer their team along,
With a spirit bright and gay.
Gathered from the Highlands,
With clans both fierce and proud,
They filled the streets with laughter,
Their voices strong and loud.
[Verse 2]
Their drums and bagpipes,
Marched the streets in perfect time,
With every note resounding,
As they sang in cheer and rhyme.
The pubs were alive with stories,
Of battles fought and won,
As laughter flowed like whiskey,
Underneath the summer sun.
[Refrain]
Well the taps drew low,
The frantic calls went out,
With supply trucks rushing headlong,
To keep the cheer about.
[Verse 3]
It will be a time,
When generations pass the word down,
With a cry that echoes proudly,
In every Boston town.
The tales of brave Scots,
Will linger in the night,
As they raised their flagons high,
In the warm and golden light.
[Verse 4]
The June when the Scots,
Came to Boston town,
And drank the place dry,
With a raucous, joyous sound.
The laughter shared with strangers,
As friends were made that night,
With every toast and shouting cheer,
The whole world felt so right.
[Refrain]
Well the taps drew low,
The frantic calls went out,
With supply trucks rushing headlong,
To keep the cheer about.
[Outro]
That June will be remembered,
With smiles on each face,
When the Scots came to Boston town,
And drank the place dry,
With hearts full, and spirits high,
Their legacy won't fade away,
As long as we tell the stories,
Of that joyous summer day.
When the Scots Drank Boston Dry
bagpipes, scottish, upbeat, drums, cheerful
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