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Post by spamheid on Nov 29, 2010 21:42:36 GMT
When the heather bells are blooming, And the burn is flowing free, It's time to roam Glen Haggis Wi' ma kilt abune ma knee.
For Spring is in the gloaming And the eagle's on the wing So let us all gang roaming And here's a sang tae sing:
"Oh let me shag the futrat And let me bork the brock Then let me poke the whumart With my large Gaelic cock,
"Oh let me shag the mappie And ilk the rushyroo Then let me tak the grumphie And gie him sic a screw
"I've often borked the sheltie I've done it wi' the stot I've also shagged the doddie And then the guillemot
"Ye cannae beat a tarrock A pleengie or a whaup I tried tae catch a hoolet But the bugger widnae stop."
Sae join me in the chorus As I stride through the glen Let's hiv a deoch an doris And try tae trap a hen.
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Nov 30, 2010 15:46:28 GMT
Is this a song to stoatin the bawws?
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Post by spamheid on Nov 30, 2010 17:27:06 GMT
Ma bawws are always stoatin'
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