THE BALLAD OF RABBIE BURNS - damowords
THE BALLAD OF RABBIE BURNS - damowords
THE BALLAD OF RABBIE BURNS - damowords
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Jock took his knife with rustic might<br />
“I’ll cut you up wi’ ready slight<br />
Treaching your gushing entrails bright<br />
Like onie ditch<br />
& then, O what a glorious sight<br />
Warm‐reekin’ rich”<br />
The meal wash’d down with whiskey glasses<br />
Toasts from the lads & from the lasses<br />
Now Selkirk Graces rise like masses<br />
In sangs & clatter<br />
As many a lively hour passes<br />
In happy patter<br />
To drunkenness the supper swung<br />
& Rabbies sweetest songs are sung<br />
Words tripping frisky from the tongue<br />
Like birds in flight<br />
Harmonious, as old & young<br />
All share the rite<br />
Yes! All of us, some New Year’s Eve<br />
Have cross’d our arms a ring to weave<br />
& sang a song that all believe<br />
Swings true & fine<br />
How Rabbie’s heart with pride would heave<br />
For Auld Langs Eyne<br />
Come merry friends lets raise a toast<br />
& praise the gleam of Rabbie’s ghost<br />
Whose spirit here our hearts shall toast<br />
Stood hand‐in‐hand<br />
For he’s the laddie loved the most<br />
In all Scotland
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