Scotch whisky, oh how it flows. From the Isle of Skye, where the wind blows. With hillsides rolling and fairy pools, This Scottish island is full of jewels. The MacGregors, a clan of old, Their story is one that’s often told. Rob Roy, a cattle dealer and rogue,
His legend lives on, like a Scottish brogue. So raise a glass of Scotch whisky high, To the Isle of Skye and the MacGregors nigh. May their stories and beauty never die, And may we always remember with a sigh.