Tuesday, 9 June 2020
Burns night
Neep and tattie cannie hide the taste
oh the chieftain o the puddin race
for you are naught but grit and stour
you boil in the bag fee half a hour
thee poets will be oot to spoot tonight
with the bagpipes they'll hae a aughfie fight
and hae to feast upon your inner delight
aye, and well it serves the buggers right
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