Matthew 12 : 42.
¶ 1
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Rabbie Burns wa’ a Dumfries man,
An’ had he been a foo’ball fan,
Wou’d no’ ha’ writt’n ‘boo’ a timrous moose,
Bein’ a subjec’ o’ th’ Queen o’ th’ Sooth…
¶ 2
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Y’d ha’ seen him on a Saturdee
A’ th’ groon’ t’ watch ’em play,
An’ a’ nicht when he wa’ hame
Wou’d be thinkin’ aboo’ th’ game…
¶ 3
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He’d ha’ a dram an’ ea’ some oats,
Then log on t’ foo’ballpoets,
Wi’ imag’ry an’ words an’ dreams
Exaltin’ his belov’d Queens…
¶ 4
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Religious thro’oo’ his lifespan,
An Elvispresleyterian,
In th’ kirk oor Laureate Poet
From th’ Bible wou’d fondly quote…
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His fav’rit’ line, so I’ve heard,
Y’ dinna ha’ t’ take my word,
Read f’ y’rself, it’s th’ gospel truth,
Matthew 12 : 42, “Th’ Queen o’ th’ Sooth…”
¶ 6
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‘Tween th’ Guid Book an’ wee Rabbie,
This foo’ball team is no’ t’ shabby,
A club nam’d after royalty,
Wi’ a happy an’ glorious history…
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