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Abers In The Works Of Robert Burns 1759 - 1796
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At Gness' suggestion..... no offence meant folks just a bit of fun.... two from a different thread to start with...
to the regulars of the Religion and Spirituality Threads....
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel',
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours' fauts and folly!
AOG
O Thou! whatever title suit thee-
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie,
To scaud poor wretches!
to the regulars of the Religion and Spirituality Threads....
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel',
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours' fauts and folly!
AOG
O Thou! whatever title suit thee-
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie,
To scaud poor wretches!
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and fer the record, Is there a whim-
20:24 Tue 20th Jan 2015
here's another of McGonagalls' poetic gems.
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Macgonegall on Jourdain.....
'Twas in a certain regiment of AB Grenadiners,
A touching and beautiful custom was observed many years;
Which was meant to commemorate the heroism of a departed comrade,
And when the companies assembled for an AB parade,
There was one name at roll call to which no answer was made
It was that of the noble La Tour d'Auvergne,
The second Jourdain of France, heroic and stern;
And always at roll call the oldest AOG stepped forward a pace,
And loudly cried, "Died in the Daily Mail," then fell back into his place.
He always refused offers of Eds' high promotion,
Because to be promoted from the ranks to Mod he had no notion;
But at last he was in command of eight ABers, mostly men,
Hence he was called the 2nd Jourdain of France, La Tour d'Auvergne.
When forty years of age he went on a visit to a friend,
Never thinking he would have a Loire Inn to defend,
And while there he made himself acquainted with the country.
With the wine that had shifted to that quarter very fortunately.
But although the wine was there he felt undaunted,
Because to drink on behalf of AB was all he wanted;
And the thought thereof did his mind harass,
When he knew SABites were pushing on to occupy a narrow pass.
They were pushing on in hot haste and no delaying,
And only two hours distant from where the Jourdain was staying,
But when he knew he set off at once for the Inn,
Determined if 'twere possible before the SAB drinkers to begin
He knew that the Inn was defended by a stout tower,
And to enter the watering hole the SABites would exert all their power;
But he hoped to be able to warn the ABers of their danger,
But to the thirty men garrisoned there he was quite a stranger.
Still our brave hero hastened on, and when he came there,
He found the thirty men had fled in wild despair;
Leaving their thirty wine glasses behind,
But to defend L'Auberge to the last he made up his mind.
And in searching he found several boxes of beer not destroyed,
And for a moment he felt a little annoyed;
Then he fastened the main door, with the articles he did find,
And when he had done so he felt pished in mind.
Then he ate heartily of the provisions he had brought,
And waited patiently for the ABers absorbed in thought;
And formed the heroic resolution to defend the bower,
Alone, against the SABites, while he had the alco power.
There the brave Jourdain sat alone quite content,
Resolved to hold the Inn, or die in the attempt;
And about midnight his practised ear caught the tramp of feet,
But he had everything ready for the attack and complete.
There he sat and his mind absorbed in deep distress,
But he discharged a couple of Chartreuses into the darkness;
To warn SABites that he knew they were there,
Then he heard the Mods telling ABers to beware.
So until morning he was left unmolested,
And quietly till daylight the brave Jourdain rested;
But at sunrise the AB Auntie Ed called on the Inn to surrender,
thinking it occupied by trollish invaders
But our Jourdain replied, "Never, I am its sole defender.
At this point, they put Macgonegall in white jackets
'Twas in a certain regiment of AB Grenadiners,
A touching and beautiful custom was observed many years;
Which was meant to commemorate the heroism of a departed comrade,
And when the companies assembled for an AB parade,
There was one name at roll call to which no answer was made
It was that of the noble La Tour d'Auvergne,
The second Jourdain of France, heroic and stern;
And always at roll call the oldest AOG stepped forward a pace,
And loudly cried, "Died in the Daily Mail," then fell back into his place.
He always refused offers of Eds' high promotion,
Because to be promoted from the ranks to Mod he had no notion;
But at last he was in command of eight ABers, mostly men,
Hence he was called the 2nd Jourdain of France, La Tour d'Auvergne.
When forty years of age he went on a visit to a friend,
Never thinking he would have a Loire Inn to defend,
And while there he made himself acquainted with the country.
With the wine that had shifted to that quarter very fortunately.
But although the wine was there he felt undaunted,
Because to drink on behalf of AB was all he wanted;
And the thought thereof did his mind harass,
When he knew SABites were pushing on to occupy a narrow pass.
They were pushing on in hot haste and no delaying,
And only two hours distant from where the Jourdain was staying,
But when he knew he set off at once for the Inn,
Determined if 'twere possible before the SAB drinkers to begin
He knew that the Inn was defended by a stout tower,
And to enter the watering hole the SABites would exert all their power;
But he hoped to be able to warn the ABers of their danger,
But to the thirty men garrisoned there he was quite a stranger.
Still our brave hero hastened on, and when he came there,
He found the thirty men had fled in wild despair;
Leaving their thirty wine glasses behind,
But to defend L'Auberge to the last he made up his mind.
And in searching he found several boxes of beer not destroyed,
And for a moment he felt a little annoyed;
Then he fastened the main door, with the articles he did find,
And when he had done so he felt pished in mind.
Then he ate heartily of the provisions he had brought,
And waited patiently for the ABers absorbed in thought;
And formed the heroic resolution to defend the bower,
Alone, against the SABites, while he had the alco power.
There the brave Jourdain sat alone quite content,
Resolved to hold the Inn, or die in the attempt;
And about midnight his practised ear caught the tramp of feet,
But he had everything ready for the attack and complete.
There he sat and his mind absorbed in deep distress,
But he discharged a couple of Chartreuses into the darkness;
To warn SABites that he knew they were there,
Then he heard the Mods telling ABers to beware.
So until morning he was left unmolested,
And quietly till daylight the brave Jourdain rested;
But at sunrise the AB Auntie Ed called on the Inn to surrender,
thinking it occupied by trollish invaders
But our Jourdain replied, "Never, I am its sole defender.
At this point, they put Macgonegall in white jackets
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