In Embro's fair city there's flashy hotels Wi' good board and lodgings for a' you big swells; But the greatest of these is now in full swing - Five beautiful buildings controlled by the King. CHORUS: There's bars on the windies, there's bars on the doors, And great wooden benches attached to the floors; Sure I ought to know, cause I've been there mysel - For ten years hard labour in Saughton Hotel. I came through by train and an escort by bus I drove through the streets with the greatest of fuss; I drove through the streets like a Lord Mayor in state And never got oot till I stopped at the gate. And at the reception they asked me my name My age and my address, the reason I came; I answered these questions, a screw rang the bell For me to bath at Saughton Hotel. One Sunday morning I ordered an egg The jailer thought I was pulling his leg He up on a table and he gave a great yell - "Jail birds don't lay eggs in Saughton Hotel."
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