Burns Night

Oh they’re piping in the haggis and singing Rabbie’s praise,

And they’re chapping up the tatties whilst drunk and in a haze,

It can’t be any other night, it can only be the one,

They’re pissing on a poet, and really having fun!

They’re letting Ina Macintosh wail out A Red Red Rose,

While Sweet Afton’s being butchered by Isabella Vose,

And Smelly Jack from down the pub is howling Ae Fond Kiss,

And everybody’s wishing that they’d given this a miss!

The bagpipes they are wailing and the tartan is quite garish,

They stole a hundred pairs o’ breeks from all around the parish,

And if anyone is wondering what’s the noise that’s like a rave,

It’s just the sound of Rabbie, a-turning in his grave!


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