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Burns Nicht

Jason Russell

A guid Burns Nicht tae ane an’ a’ fae the Finnish Scots Associe! “My curse upon your venom’d stang, That shoots my tortur’d gums alang, An’ thro’ my lug gies mony a twang, Wi’ gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi’ bitter pang, Like racking engines!   When fevers burn, or argues freezes, Rheumatics gnaw, or colics squeezes, Our neibor’s sympathy can ease us, Wi’ pitying moan; But thee-thou hell o’ a’ diseases- Aye mocks our groan.   Adown my beard the slavers trickle I throw the wee stools o’er the mickle, While round the fire the giglets keckle, To see … Continue reading Burns Nicht