'Tis time to toss the caber
'an eat the oatcakes, sure;
'Tis also time to stab the haggis
'an get ye sooo fookin' pissed
ye won't notice me stealin' ye'r bloody wallet --
or ye'r girl.
Yeah. Okay. Robbie didn't write this. So fookin' sue me.
Llewellen... pipe in that haggis and bring us a few wee drams o'the good stuff.