May all of your coos be highland,
May you play your bagpipes with pride,
May all your cabers be tossed straight and true,
And may your lochs all run deep and wide.
May your banks and braes be bonny,
May Edinburgh be full of tattoos,
May the spear of your thistle be pointy,
And may your throat be lubed with Irn Bru.
May your haggis come with neeps 'n' tatties,
May all your tipples be Scotch,
May all your Smokies be from Arbroath,
And may the wind blow free round your crotch!
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