Says Tweed to Till—
'What gars ye rin sae still?'
Says Till to Tweed—
'Though ye rin with speed
And I rin slaw,
For ae man that ye droon
I droon twa'.



Says Tweed to Till— 'What gars ye rin sae still?' Says Till to Tweed— 'Though ye rin with speed And I rin slaw, For ae man that ye droon I droon...

Says Tweed to Till— 'What gars ye rin sae still?' Says Till to Tweed— 'Though ye rin with speed And I rin slaw, For ae man that ye droon I droon...

Says Tweed to Till— 'What gars ye rin sae still?' Says Till to Tweed— 'Though ye rin with speed And I rin slaw, For ae man that ye droon I droon...

Says Tweed to Till— 'What gars ye rin sae still?' Says Till to Tweed— 'Though ye rin with speed And I rin slaw, For ae man that ye droon I droon...