Barbara Dickson - The Three Healths lyrics

To ane king and nae king, ane uncle and father To him that's all these yet allowed to be neither Come push it aboot while the bottle's our standard If you know what I mean it's a health to our landlord To ane queen and nae queen, ane aunt and nae mother Come boys let us cheerfully drink off another And now to be honest we'll stick by our faith sir And stand by our landlord as long as we've breath sir To ane prince and nae prince, ane son and nae ba*tard Beshrew him that say it, a lie that is fostered God bless them all three, we'll conclude with this one sir It's a health to our landlord, his wife and his son, sir To our monarch's return once more we'll advance boys We've one that's in Flanders, the other's in France boys Then aboot with the health, let him come, let him come then Send the wan into England, and both are at home then