Laphroaig 10 Painting

By Elvis McGonagall "The "How-Do-You-Pronounce-It?" malt Wi’ which some Sassenachs find fault Aw’ storm-lashed-sea-spray-smoky-salt Let’s exalt Laphroaig Islay rain on heather, moss and grass Through kiln ‘n cask, frae grain tae glass A snort, a drop, a dram o’ class Crack open the Laphroaig A richt rambusteous "amber bead" No yin fur faintheart or weak-kneed A muckle skelp aboot the heid Pure radge that Laphroaig Uisge beathe — nae moonshine booze The nectar that the angels choose Ambrosia, immortal muse Bottled poetry Laphroaig In seven pot stills by the ocean Liquid joy, sweet peaty potion A burning kiss of deep devotion Ooh la la Laphroaig Tastebuds flyin’ as high as a kite Brain burstin’ oot in fairy lights A deoch-an-doris tae cap the night