I posted this the other day on TGL
but if this isn't Epic ihub fare, I don't know what is.
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Friday, December 31, 2010 11:04:51 AM
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Auld Stynkie Peinkes
Robert Burns, 1788
(Original Scottish Text)
Shid auld peinke stynkies bee firgot,
An neivyr brouth ti mynd?
Shid auld peinke stynkies bee firgot,
Tel Aprile tax loist tyme.
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Fir stynkie peinkes
Fir stynkie peinkes,
Weel taik a cup o kooyl-ayd yet,
Fir auld stynkie peinkes.
An sheerly yil git yer certs!
An sheerly I'll git myn!
Nakit shoarts cannae cover,
Gait loist, ye evill swyne.
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We two hav runne abowt the bayrds,
An poomped the peinkey high;
Bit powere houer was nae bonny,
Bidde whackers, they shid die.
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We two hav spamd tel fyngers soore,
Fraym opeyn bel tel clos;
But NITE on ask ne'er did boodge,
Thus owr arses wee ded loos.
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So heeres a toost, me traystee freen!
An next yair wil bee mairry!
Now drenk yair kooyl-ayd doon yair haitch,
No graype, so I bouth chairry.
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