By Benromach and Balmenach and Benriach I will go For the Whisky River's calling me away By Tormore and Tamnavoulin, by Aultmore and Tomintoul For a spiritual sprauchle by the Spey
By Macallan and Glendullan and Glenallachie we'll go Distilleries unfolding by the score By Kininvie and Craigellachie, Mortlach and Auchroisk Pittyvaich and Miltonduff and Mannochmore
There's a wee dram waiting at the end of every mile From Dufftown all the way to Dallas Dhu And a wee sensation that will surely make you smile At Knockando, Caperdonich and Cardhu.
From Glenrothes to Gentauchers, from Glenfarclas to Glenspey From Glen Moray to Glen Elgin and Glen Grant From Glenfiddich to Glenlossie, Glenlivet to Glen Keith I'm a whisky-sippin' Speyside sycophant
There's Braeval and there's Benrinnes, Linkwood and Cragganmore Then there's Speyburn and Strathisla and Strathmill There's Inchgower, Aberlour, Longmorn and Tamdhu And the only problem's picking up the bill
And the Spey runs sweetly from the mountains to the sea Through scenery so stunning and sublime There are angels everywhere, soaking up their share Aye and that's OK as long as I get mine
For the heid or for the body, taken neat or in a toddy As a medicine it canny be surpassed If you're fightin off a lurgie, you can gargle wi' Glenburgie If you're feeling rather blue then try a double o' Dailuaine If you're miserable and fluish hae a drappie o' Drumguish And for ony kind o' pain scoop a shot o' Allt a Bhainne And Balvenie is Viagra in a glass