Scottish Summer Holiday

The rains awa – its noo so dreich

can we no go down tae the beach

and sit wi blankets roun our knees

to watch the wains play in the breeze

An then we'll ha an ice cream cone

wi chocolate flake an sprinkles oan

And ma will smile and she will say

This is what maks a holiday

An then its fish suppers all aroun

in ketchup and vinegar drownd

an we eat em shelterin in the door

So the wind cannae chill the chips no more