I can't really remember the name of it

found myself drinking wee drams of talisker with bob and georgie and john and kendel at a tiny pub in old town... twas was the size of a small room with everybody standing everywhere no room to move, sea of people tiding to the bar and out for a cigarette... band of four playing sitting with their backs to the wall in the corner near the door. and old worn fiddle played by a man with one cataracted eye... and beaten old guitar in the hands of a kriss kristoffison look alike, and two more hands and voices of old men playing their hands in... and the happy drunken crowd would always be screaming and songs hands clapping and the floors were beaten...

and if somebody trys to mug you in the meadows, just drunkenly run away... they're lazy.

Pull down all the stars, give them names call them whores... A few scars wont make you brave, feel like someone has just walked on your grave

Bob moved to barcelona with a girl form argentina...
nae-no
wee/tottie-little
wee dram-nip of whisky
beer-pint
twee-cute
hiya-hey
aye-yeah
mince and tatties-mince and potato stew
fesh sours-????? fish sour but you know how these things are