In winter ye get the snow
Ye get the wind blowing
The ice an 'aw
A wee low flyer and we're off
And it's 'Mona Lisa' if you please, sir

Here comes the bells...

Those auld malts
From highland streams
Waited years to melt
The ice in my dreams
A wee low flyer and we're off
And it's 'Auld Lang Syne' sir, anytime sir

Here comes the bells...

Another year we're counting down
Oh, in every city, in every town
And the wee low flyers are taking off
Holding hands at midnight
Auld acquaintance ain't forgot

Here comes the bells...