By Bob Smith.
Dingin doon – its flakes div fa
Aa aroon ye hear sic cas
Its cauld aneuch tae freeze yer bas
Its time tae weer yer winter woollies
If ye dinna wint tae lose yer goolies
An if its aneuch tae mak ye sweir
Mak sure the minister Disna hear
Ice maks ye skite aa ower the place
Ye nearly fa doon on yer face
Car drivers wi brains a bittie saft
Flee aroon at speeds gey daft
Kids – snawbas they like tae chuck
An mony a bodie his tae duck
Jist myn ye were eence young yersel
So fling some back then rin like hell.