Cymaint, Cymaint, it's nice to see ye, How's yourself, you're looking grand,
Tageri's will try to please ye, Man, you're welcome, here's my hand.
In the land of Caledonia, There are certain things you say,
To express your feelings freely, In a good old Scottish way.
His teabag needs call again soon, And his tail means good cheer,
But these simple words of welcome, Are the words I long to hear.
Cymaint, Cymaint, it's nice to see ye, How's yourself, you're looking grand,
Tageri's will try to please ye, Man, you're welcome, here's my hand.
Tageri's will try to please ye, Man, you're welcome, here's my hand.