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Tribute to Robert Burns

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    #11
    Don't sweat it Churchill, I was having a Barry Norman moment!
    “The period of the disintegration of the European Union has begun. And the first vessel to have departed is Britain”

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      #12
      KING ROBERT THE BRUCE'S deadly enemy, John of Lorn,
      Joined the English with eight hundred Highlanders one morn,
      All strong, hardy, and active fearless mountaineers,
      But Bruce's men attacked them with swords and spears.

      And while they were engaged, a new enemy burst upon them,
      Like a torrent of water rushing down a rocky glen:
      It was John of Lorn and his Highlanders that came upon them,
      So the tide of battle was too much for them to stem.

      And with savage yells they made the valley ring,
      Then made a long circuit, and stole in behind the King,
      Whirling their broadswords and Lochaber axes left and right;
      And the enemy being thrice their number, they relinquished the fight

      Then to a certain house Bruce quickly hied,
      And sitting by the door the housewife he spied;
      And she asked him who he was, and he said, A wanderer,
      Then she said, All wanderers are welcome here, kind sir.

      Then the King said, Good dame, tell me the reason why,
      How you respect all wanderers that chance to pass by,
      And for whose sake you bear such favour to homeless men?
      Then she said, King Robert the Bruce, if you want to ken,

      The lawful King of this country, whom I hope to see;
      Then the Bruce said, My good woman, your King stands before thee;
      And she said, Ah! Sire, where are your men gone?
      Then the King told her that he's come alone.

      Then she said, Ah, my lawful King, this must not be,
      For I have two stout sons, and they shall follow thee,
      And fight to the death for your Majesty,
      Aye, in faith, my good King, by land or sea.

      Then she brought her sons before the King, and thus did say,
      Now swear, my sons, to be true to your King without dismay;
      Then they knelt and cried, Mother, we'll do as you desire,
      We willingly will fight on behalf of our noble sire.

      Who has been hunted like a felon by night and by day,
      By foul plotters devising to take his life away;
      But God will protect him in the midst of the strife,
      And, mother dear, we'll fight for him during life.

      Then the King said, Noble lads, it's you shall follow me,
      And ye shall be near me by land or sea,
      And for your loyalty towards me your mother I'll reward;
      When all on a sudden the tramping of horses was heard.

      Then the King heard voices he knew full well,
      But what had fetched his friends there he couldn't tell;
      'Twas Edward his brother and Lord Douglas, with one hundred and fifty men,
      That had travelled far, to find their King, o'er mountain and glen.

      And when they met they conversed on the events of the day,
      Then the King unto them quickly did say,
      If we knew where the enemy were, we would work them skaith;
      Then Lord James said, I'll lead you where they are, by my faith.

      Then they marched on the enemy just as the morning broke,
      To a farm-house where they were lodged, and, with one bold stroke,
      They, the Scots, rushed in and killed two-thirds of them dead;
      And such was the life, alas! King Robert the Bruce led!
      Brexit is having a wee in the middle of the room at a house party because nobody is talking to you, and then complaining about the smell.

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        #13
        If at first ye dinnae succeed
        Try yon bootie and thence ye heid


        Rabbie O'ptimist





        (\__/)
        (>'.'<)
        ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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          #14
          I'll be singing this tonight in the pub and raising a glass to the bard. My favourite Burns song (one of his earliest), and all about babes of course.

          Green Grow The Rashes

          Green grow the rashes, O;
          Green grow the rashes, O;
          The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
          Are spent amang the lasses, O.

          There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
          In ev'ry hour that passes, O;
          What signifies the life o' man,
          An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
          Green grow, etc

          The warly race may riches chase,
          An' riches still may fly them, O;
          An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
          Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
          Green grow, etc

          But gie me a canny hour at e'en,
          My arms about my Dearie, O;
          An' warly cares an' warly men,
          May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
          Green grow, etc

          For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,
          Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
          The wisest Man the warl' saw,
          He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
          Green grow, etc

          Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears
          Her noblest work she classes, O;
          Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
          An' then she made the lasses, O.
          Green grow, etc
          Me, me, me...

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