Merry Muses of Caledonia by Robert Burns

Merry Muses of Caledonia by Robert Burns Sing, Up wi t, Aily Sing, Up wi t, Aily, Aily; Doun wi kimmerland jock; Deil ram their lugs, qo Willie, But I hae scoored her dock! Encore! They Teuk Me to the Haly Band hey teuk me to the haly band, For playin bye my wife, Sir; An lang an sair they lectur d me, For hadin sic a life, Sir. I answered in na mony wirds, "What deel needs a this clatter; "As lang as she coud keep the grip "I aye was mowin at her." Ken ye na Oor Lass, Bess? ken ye na oor lass, Bess? An ken ye na oor lass, Bess? Between her lily white thies She s biggit a magpie s nest. An ken ye na oor lad, Tam? An ken ye na oor lad, Tam? He s on o a three-fitted stool, An up to the nest he clamb.

Haed you but seen the wee bit skin - He haed to put his pintle in, You’d sworn it was a chitterlin Dancin the reels o Bogie. He turned aboot to fire again

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