Happy Burns Night to you all from the Finnish Scottish Society ![🇫🇮](https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t9c/1.5/16/1f1eb_1f1ee.png)
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“There was twa wives, and twa witty wives,
As e’er play’d houghmagandie,
And they coos toot, upon a time,
Out o’er a drink o’ brandy;
Up Maggy rose, and forth she goes,
And she leaves auld Mary flytin,
She farted by the byre-en’
For she was gauna shiten.
She farted by the byre –en’,
She farted by the stable;
And thick and nimble were her steps
As fast as she was able:
Till at yon dyke-back the hurly brak,
But raxin for some dockins,
The beans and pease cam down her thighs,
And she cackit a’ her stockins.”