The Dry Fly

The Dry Fly
To the Tune “There Was A Lad” - by Robert Burns

I'll tell a tale of Jim the fly
He was nae bricht, he was nae wry,
His fate it came as nae surprise
For drinking a the Barley'O.

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 For Jim alas, he spied the glass
 And into it he dove quite blindly,
 I laughed so hard I had to cry
 The day John Hannah wrang him dry.

What's this says John wi' furrowed brow,
We can't have this and I know how
We'll gather back each precious drop
Of treasured, measured Barley'O.

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The wake was fair all there agreed
And well compared with greater seed,
Ah! Jimmy from this life was freed
The day he drank John's Barley'O.

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And so for us the lesson's told
That should you wish to live till old
You'll never touch another's gold
Or steal or sip his Barley'O.