[00:01.34]We shook the last drops from Glen Garioch's finest hour.
[00:09.87]
[00:12.33]We sipped it like the blood of Burns.
[00:19.42]
[00:22.78]Through the mountain thyme,
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[00:28.46]Belting Auld Lang Syne.
[00:32.83]
[00:34.14]This is how I'll free myself.
[00:44.12]
[00:45.05]I'll free myself.
[00:50.58]
[00:52.58]You'll come to Wellfleet where the sun through fairy pines
[01:01.42]
[01:03.79]Shines soft and gold as Chardonnay.
[01:10.47]
[01:14.54]And then we'll retire,
[01:18.73]
[01:20.21]Sitting by the fire.
[01:24.21]
[01:25.97]This is how I'll free myself.
[01:35.50]
[01:36.76]I'll free myself.
[01:41.78]
[01:44.41]This vodka comes from rain descending from a single cloud.
[01:54.64]These cherries ripened in the groves of the Hesperides
[02:04.39]Where heroes lie.
[02:07.19]
[02:11.30]I rolled my pant legs up for darting fish in tadpole ponds,
[02:21.70]
[02:22.33]I picked the berries in the field,
[02:32.98]Light pools in my glass,
[02:37.61]
[02:38.61]Shines into the past.
[02:43.16]
[02:44.53]This is how I'll, this is how I'll, how I'll free myself.
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