77 Year Drought Is Over

6 Responses to 77 Year Drought Is Over

1. Billy Liar says:

   July 7, 2013 at 7:46 pm

   How long will it take Alex Salmond to claim it was a victory for Scotland?

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   • Beale says:

     July 7, 2013 at 8:29 pm

     You mean he hasn’t done that already?

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2. Jimmy Haigh says:

   July 8, 2013 at 2:46 am

   Well… Andy Murray is Scottish so what would be wrong with that? Had Muray been from, say, Texas, for example, would not all Texans be proud?

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   • stevengoddard says:

     July 8, 2013 at 2:51 am

     Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
     O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
     Thou need na start awa sae hasty
     Wi bickering brattle!
     I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
     Wi’ murdering pattle.

     I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
     Has broken Nature’s social union,
     An’ justifies that ill opinion
     Which makes thee startle
     At me, thy poor, earth born companion
     An’ fellow mortal!

     I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
     What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
     A daimen icker in a thrave
     ‘S a sma’ request;
     I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
     An’ never miss’t.

     Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
     It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
     An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
     O’ foggage green!
     An’ bleak December’s win’s ensuin,
     Baith snell an’ keen!

     Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
     An’ weary winter comin fast,
     An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
     Thou thought to dwell,
     Till crash! the cruel coulter past
     Out thro’ thy cell.

     That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
     Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
     Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble,
     But house or hald,
     To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,
     An’ cranreuch cauld.

     But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
     In proving foresight may be vain:
     The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
     Gang aft agley,
     An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
     For promis’d joy!

     Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
     The present only toucheth thee:
     But och! I backward cast my e’e,
     On prospects drear!
     An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
     I guess an’ fear!

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     • Jimmy Haigh. says:

       July 8, 2013 at 3:16 am

       Steve: I couldn’t have put it better myself!

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       • stevengoddard says:

         July 8, 2013 at 3:33 am

         To O’bama

         O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
         To see oursels as ithers see us!
         It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
         An’ foolish notion:
         What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
         An’ ev’n devotion!