Puir Oul Pooshey
I'M THINKIN‚ BOYS THE KATS GYE QUATE,
DAE YE THINK DAE POOSHIES HIBERNATE,
I NIVER KNOW'D THE LAKE AFORE,
MAYBE HE HAE'S TANE A SNORE.
WILE SCUNNER'T HAE'S HE GOT DEPRESSION,
IN A SORTA FELINE POOSHY FASHION,
IS HE IN A STATE O' CAT DELIR-I-UM.
AN EFTER MALES MAN TAK TWA VAL-I-UM.
EFTER SCOBIN‚ TURNIPS AN SOOKIN‚ SOORUKS,
HE RUN AWA WAE TWA WEE ERACKS,
KNOCK‚T THEM IN HIM SPITTI'N FEATHERS,
BURIED THE BONES AMANG THE HEATHER,
CRYED HIMSEL SOME LATIN NAME,
TOUL THE FOLK THE MICHT THINK SHAME,
AN‚ HUNT NAE MAIR THE FOREIGN POOSHEY,
ROON THE BREWS O' OUL BURN GUSHEY.
THON OUL POOCHER RIZ A ROW,
SAID THE POOSHEY HE WUD COW,
HE‚LL TRACK HIM BETTER COME THE SNOW.
HE MICHT, BUT MINE YE I DON'T KNOW.
THE PICT SAID HE WUD KETCH AN STUFF HIM,
THE POOSHEY MICHT DRAW AFF AN CUFF HIM,
HE'S HUNTIN DEYS ARE BY LANG SYNE,
FOR KEREEDLIN' EFTER THEM FELINES.
SO COME ON RHYMERS LET IS HEAR YE,
TAE THE TIMES I MEAN TAE STEER YE,
LET IS HEAR YOUR BIT O‚ CRACK,
AN LAKE BIG ARNIE "I'LL BE BACK"
By 'Tam the Santer'
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