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
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