The Scottish Holiday Chords & Lyrics - The Corries
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[VERSE]
So you thi[G]nk you're gaein' tae the north to[C] spend a holiday,
cause you're vaguely Scottish on your mithe[D]r's side,
and you'v[G]e heard of ancient glories, both r[C]enowned in song and story,
kilts and [G]haggis, Andy St[D]ewart and the [G]Clyde.
[VERSE]
Ye go up by[G] Crianlarich, it's the gateway to[C] the north,
and the scenery will please your eyes[D] , I'm sure.
Ye take oo[G]t your picnic basket 'cause the c[C]ar has blown a gasket
in the mid[G]dle o' a place [D]called Rannoch[G] Moor.
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
So you tel[G]ephone the garage listed in the t[C]ourist guide,
that was published for you by [D]the R.A.C.,
but by des[G]ign, or by intention, or, they ju[C]st forget to mention
that the g[G]arage closes do[D]on for half pa[G]st three.
[VERSE]
So you're [G]towed behind this tractor tae a c[C]orrugated shed
that's surrounded by farm implemen[D]ts and carts,
and you sc[G]ratch your head and wonder why yo[C]u ever bought a Honda,
'cause the[G]y'll have to se[D]nd to Tokyo fo[G]r the parts.
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
So you boa[G]rd the train for Oban and you get[C] the boat to Mull
feeling like you've had a night up[D]on the tiles,
ye pay twe[G]nty pence for coffee with a tang [C]o' diesel oil,
your exper[G]ience in the sw[D]indle o' the i[G]sles.
[VERSE]
But your p[G]ulse begins to quicken at the tho[C]ught of berry-pickin',
so you take a trip to 'Gowrie fo[D]r a spell,
wi' some w[G]ellies o' your mothers that she b[C]ought in Ali Brothers,
and a Gide[G]on bible pinche[D]d frae yer hot[G]el.
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
So you're [G]standing picking rasps being stun[C]g to death by wasps,
the midges and the cleggs are m[D]aking free,
and the ba[G]irns have ate the berries and con[C]tracted dysentery,
'cause las[G]t week they spr[D]ayed the crop [G]with DDT.
[VERSE]
So you're [G]headin' back to Birmingham more w[C]aterlogged than tanned,
but no signs of habitation c[D]an you see,
when you t[G]hought you were in Berwick you we[C]re actually in Lerwick,
'Cause som[G]e vandal change[D]d the signpost[G] in Dundee
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
So you thi[G]nk you're gaein' tae the north to[C] spend a holiday,
cause you're vaguely Scottish on your mithe[D]r's side,
and you'v[G]e heard of ancient glories, both r[C]enowned in song and story,
kilts and [G]haggis, Andy St[D]ewart and the [G]Clyde.
[VERSE]
Ye go up by[G] Crianlarich, it's the gateway to[C] the north,
and the scenery will please your eyes[D] , I'm sure.
Ye take oo[G]t your picnic basket 'cause the c[C]ar has blown a gasket
in the mid[G]dle o' a place [D]called Rannoch[G] Moor.
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
So you tel[G]ephone the garage listed in the t[C]ourist guide,
that was published for you by [D]the R.A.C.,
but by des[G]ign, or by intention, or, they ju[C]st forget to mention
that the g[G]arage closes do[D]on for half pa[G]st three.
[VERSE]
So you're [G]towed behind this tractor tae a c[C]orrugated shed
that's surrounded by farm implemen[D]ts and carts,
and you sc[G]ratch your head and wonder why yo[C]u ever bought a Honda,
'cause the[G]y'll have to se[D]nd to Tokyo fo[G]r the parts.
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
So you boa[G]rd the train for Oban and you get[C] the boat to Mull
feeling like you've had a night up[D]on the tiles,
ye pay twe[G]nty pence for coffee with a tang [C]o' diesel oil,
your exper[G]ience in the sw[D]indle o' the i[G]sles.
[VERSE]
But your p[G]ulse begins to quicken at the tho[C]ught of berry-pickin',
so you take a trip to 'Gowrie fo[D]r a spell,
wi' some w[G]ellies o' your mothers that she b[C]ought in Ali Brothers,
and a Gide[G]on bible pinche[D]d frae yer hot[G]el.
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
So you're [G]standing picking rasps being stun[C]g to death by wasps,
the midges and the cleggs are m[D]aking free,
and the ba[G]irns have ate the berries and con[C]tracted dysentery,
'cause las[G]t week they spr[D]ayed the crop [G]with DDT.
[VERSE]
So you're [G]headin' back to Birmingham more w[C]aterlogged than tanned,
but no signs of habitation c[D]an you see,
when you t[G]hought you were in Berwick you we[C]re actually in Lerwick,
'Cause som[G]e vandal change[D]d the signpost[G] in Dundee
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
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