Burns Nicht
¶ 1
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Rabbie Burns cried, “Hoots! In truth
I felt a bit doon in the mooth,
Then fought the notion nail an’ tooth
That I’d support Queen o’ the Sooth!
¶ 2
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Ye ken between jus’ thee an’ me
I dwelt near Ayr och aye when wee,
A bonnie bairn o’ twa or three,
So should it Ayr United be?
¶ 3
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Tho’ I sometimes do daydream
If born a braw Kirkca’dy wean,
I’d nae support Ayr nor the Queen,
Raith Rovers would noo be m’ team…
¶ 4
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Tis possibly a passin’ fad,
That does nae guid an’ makes me sad
Aboot the team I may ha’ had,
Had I been a Fifer lad…
¶ 5
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Wavin’ scarf o’ navy blue,
Cheerin’ for aul’ Rovers too,
Even if they lost or drew…
Aye, one o’ the Raithful Few!”
¶ 6
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Rabbie paused, then bowed his head
While a silent tear he shed,
Dabbed an eye with kerchief red,
Drew deep breath, sighed and said…
¶ 7
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“Och these thoughts go agin the grain
An’ kindle a wee sense o’ shame,
‘Cause Dumfries toon is noo m’ hame…
So tis the Queen, come shine or rain!”
¶ 8
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Thus spoke a great poetic man
To gathered kinsmen of his clan,
Each one stood up, shook Rabbie’s hand,
Then drank to him with a wee dram…
(And that was how ‘Burns Nicht’ began)….
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