Thistle and Hearth
There once was a lass
from the bonnie Scottish hills,
With a fiery wee temper
and a pocket full of bills,
She sailed off to Canada
for sunshine and a tan,
But she fell in love with Kenny,
her poor unfortunate man!
She dreamed of going home
to the heather and the rain,
But Kenny stole her heart
and she never left again,
Now Scotland’s lost a legend,
and the Aussies had their fill,
For Trish could run an army
with the power of her will!
THE WINDIES ARE OPEN!
HOW YOU THINK I’M COPIN’?
KENNY, STOP YOUR SHOUTIN’,
THE NEIGHBOURS WILL BE HOPIN’!
She can scream like thunder,
she can raise a mighty din,
But if Kenny raises his voice,
well, that’s a mortal sin!
THE WINDIES ARE OPEN!
HOW YOU THINK I’M COPIN’?
She’s the Colonel of the household,
and there’s nae point in hopin’!
Raise your glass to Trishy,
let the whisky freely flow,
For Kenny’s under orders
everywhere he goes!
They call her Colonel Trishy,
she’s a general through and through,
She’ll tell you where to sit
and she’ll tell you what to do,
Poor Kenny’s in the kitchen,
taking orders every day,
And if he dares to question her,
there’s hell for him to pay!
“KENNY, GET THE HOOVER!
KENNY, FETCH THE TEA!”
“KENNY, WHY’S THE HOUSE A MESS?
AND DON’T YOU SHOUT AT ME!”
For Trishy has a battle cry,
she bellows with devotion,
“The windies are wide open,
Ken! You’re causing a commotion!”
THE WINDIES ARE OPEN!
HOW YOU THINK I’M COPIN’?
KENNY, STOP YOUR SHOUTIN’,
THE NEIGHBOURS WILL BE HOPIN’!
She can scream like thunder,
she can raise a mighty din,
But if Kenny raises his voice,
well, that’s a mortal sin!
THE WINDIES ARE OPEN!
HOW YOU THINK I’M COPIN’?
She’s the Colonel of the household,
and there’s nae point in hopin’!
Raise your glass to Trishy,
let the whisky freely flow,
For Kenny’s under orders
everywhere he goes!