Blest Wishes
¶ 1
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Dougal McFrugal told his wife
“Tis a hame game t’day,
so I’m awa’ this afternoon
t’ watch th’ Rovers play…”
He had haggis for his lunch,
with a wee dram or two,
then walked briskly to the ground,
wearing scarf o’ navy blue…
At his seat up in the stand
Doog dropped on bended knee,
raised an eye toward the sky
and piously prayed a plea…
¶ 2
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“Laird I humbly Thee beseech,
when Raith Rovers take th’ field,
grant ’em brave an’ braw defence,
so that they dinnae yield…
An’ would Thou be so willing
as t’ allow ’em goals t’ score,
or else perhaps consider
at least a goalless draw…
Amen!”… and then Raith ran out
to play like men possessed,
with result that their opponents
came off second best…
¶ 3
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His prayer was wholly answered,
much to Doog’s delight,
so he made a joyful noise
in the pub that night…
(Although quite religious,
he said “Och aye dinnae think
I’ll suffer hellfire an’ dramnation
jus’ for havin’ a wee drink…”)
Then while wending his way home
waving scarf o’ navy blue,
Doog loudly sang “Joy t’ th’ Wurld…
an’ t’ other countries too…”
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