| My best friend was at his wits' end
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| His outlook was rather grey
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| So, I took him for a walk and a little pep talk
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| Down over Dumbarton Way
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| Over, over, Overtoun Bridge
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| Rover went over, over the Overtoun Bridge
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| Well, there’s mice and there’s minx
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| And the place always stinks
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| Because they don’t haul the bodies away
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| From under the Overtoun Bridge
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| His dog Spot was drinking quite a lot
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| His outlook was rather blue
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| So, we went for a turn down the Overtoun Burn
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| And took along a dram or two
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| Over, over, Overtoun Bridge
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| Rover went over, over the Overtoun Bridge
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| Well, there’s mice and there’s minx
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| And the place always stinks
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| Because they don’t haul the bodies away
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| From under the Overtoun Bridge
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| During clear weather on the Overtoun Bridge
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| Light as a feather the dogs do wish
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| To fly like a demon, like a bat out of hell
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| During clear weather they never cross well
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| My best friend was at his wits' end
|
| His outlook was rather grey
|
| So, I took him for a walk and a little pep talk
|
| Down over Dumbarton Way
|
| Over, over, Overtoun Bridge
|
| Rover went over, over the Overtoun Bridge
|
| Over, over, Overtoun Bridge
|
| Rover went over, over the Overtoun Bridge
|
| Well, there’s mice and there’s minx
|
| And the place always stinks
|
| Because they don’t haul the bodies away
|
| From under the Overtoun Bridge |