Silly Wizard The Parish of Dunkeld

O, what a parish, a terrible parish, O, what a parish is that o Dunkel, They hangit their minister, droon d their precentor Dang doun the steeple, and fuddled the bell. The steeple was doun, but the Kirk was still staunin, They biggit a lum whaur the bell used to hang, A stellpat they gat and they brewed Hieland whisky, On Sundays they drank it, and ranted and sang. O, had you but seen how graceful it lookit To see the cramm d pews sae socially join Macdonald the piper stuck up in the poopit He made the pipes skirl out music divine. Wi whisky and beer, they d curse and they d swear They d argy and fecht what ye daurna weel tell Bout Geordie and Cherlie they bothered fu rarely Wi whisky they re worse than the devil himsel. When the heartcheerin spirit had mounted their garret To a ball on the green they a did adjourn Maids wi coats kilted, they step