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 [bad word] 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' [bad word] And for ony kind o' pain scoop a shot o' Allt a Bhainne
And Balvenie is Viagra in a glass