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Post by palaisgirl on Jun 27, 2008 20:29:52 GMT 1
Oh Scotia, my dear, my native soil, For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent. Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health and peace and sweet content.
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Post by palaisgirl on Jun 27, 2008 20:31:40 GMT 1
Its guid to be merry and wise, Its guid to be honest and true. Its good to support Caledonia's cause, and bide by the buff and the blue.
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Post by holywell37 on Jun 28, 2008 12:27:11 GMT 1
who will not sing , god save the king, shall hang as high's the steeple. but while we sing, god save the king, we'll still think o' the people.
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Post by pwm437 on Jun 28, 2008 12:48:14 GMT 1
'Or like the snow falls in the river
A moment white, then lost forever'
Tam O'Shanter
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Post by Waverley on Jun 28, 2008 23:34:01 GMT 1
who will not sing , god save the king, shall hang as high's the steeple. but while we sing, god save the king, we'll still think o' the people. Liked that yin John never seen it before...
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Post by holywell37 on Jun 29, 2008 10:07:45 GMT 1
It's from a book i have on rabbie, called "dirt and deity".
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2009 19:32:03 GMT 1
Where e'er ye be, let yer wind gang free. Ah don't know if it wis actually Rabbie's but it's usually attributed tae him.
Wan fur Billy Connolly
Of lordly acquaintance you boast And the duke that you dined with yestreen, But an insect's an insect at most, Though it crawl on the curls of a queen.
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Post by holywell37 on Mar 17, 2009 21:24:18 GMT 1
The turn-coat duke his king forsook,
When hi back was at the wa' man:
The rattan ran wi' a' his clan,
For fear the house should fa' man.
This is about the earl of queensberry, who burns didn't like because the earl didn't back the king during the regency crisis. (Whatever that was)
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Post by pwm437 on May 10, 2009 17:26:51 GMT 1
Thanks Patrick, lovely sentiments from the Bard
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