Along
oor road, then up oor hill, suppin Tequila that she’ll never spill.
She’ll
snog the snod-we a mouthful of mud, that came from oor hill in the borders.
Chorus
Laughs
we’ Lynn, Aye there’s been a few, she showed us her bum once at a BBQ, she’ll
save you from drowning, then drown you in drink, at the Trap - when she calls
last orders.
Chorus
Pop
Jackie P, Father Pete, Sister Karen and Brother Martin, she’s led that Clan for
twa thousand year, that’s why she’s Queen o oor Borders.
Chorus
For
goodness sake, the size of her Flake….oor Tubs well protected, make no mistake,
he does things wi milk, that come from oor cows, that feed on oor hill in the
Borders.
Chorus
A
Happy wee Lass, she’s just pure class, when Lynn’s in the mood, she’s got nae
Brass, awa to Turkey when there is spare cash,
but
she always returns to the Borders.
Chorus
A
kind hearted sole, we hold her so dear, and wish her good health wi a smile and
a cheer, she’s from Copshaw Holm, no more shall she roam, cause now Lynn’s a
tub in the Borders.
Chorus…..Twice
Times
Young
Spanner June 2011
