Here's a bottle and an honest friend What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o' care, man? Then catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man; Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes no ay when sought, man! … Continue reading Robbie Burns Night…
Poetry
Robbie Burns Night…
Arouse, my boys! exert your mettle, To get auld Scotland back her kettle; Or faith! I'll wad my new pleugh-pettle, Ye'll see 't or lang, She'll teach you, wi' a reekin whittle, Anither sang. This while she's been in crankous mood, Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid; (Deil na they never mair do guid, Play'd … Continue reading Robbie Burns Night…
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