The drinking dens are spilling out
There`s staggering in the square
There`s lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody`s looking for somebody`s arms to fall into
And it`s what it is it`s what it is now

There`s frost on the graves and monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it`s cold on the tollgate with the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you
And it´s what it is it`s what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet a Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind the highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul

And it`s cold on the tollgate with the Caledonian blues
Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you
And it`s what it is...

There`s a chink of light there`s a burning wick
There`s a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take a walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of Little Nell
And it`s what it is...

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