Here it goes:
The Happy Bog Wanderers
Ah dreamt ah wis a hieland dog
A-rovin' thro' a hieland bog,
Glengarry at a jaunty tilt,
A cauld wynd whistlin up ma kilt.
Th' wynd it did nae bather me,
Fur ah wis wild--ma hairt wis free.
Wi' mukker Mike thare by ma side,
Na ither steid cuid ah abide.
A braw 'n' bonny birthday, Rabbie!
3 comments:
What a distinguished-looking poet!
Ah cannae argie wi' that, mah dearie!
Pure dead brilliant, Buddy! You’ve out done yourself this year, topping 2015’s poetic tribute: “Bonnie Prince Charlie, Riding on a Harley …” Slàinte and may your Haggis plate always be empty and M’s whiskey glass always be full.
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