Oh whisky! soul o' plays and pranks!
Accept a bardie's gratefu' thanks!
When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks
Are my poor verses!
Thou comes - they rattle in their ranks,
At ither's arses!
Fortune! if thou but gie me still
Hale breeks, a scone, an' whisky gill,
An' rowth o' rhyme to rave at will,
Tak a' the rest,
An' deal't about as thy blind skill
Directs thee best.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Happy New Year!
I'll be posting about Christmas and Hogmanay soon but I didn't want my reader to think that I'd forgotten him so I present a poem by the Bard,