30 January 08 - 09:42Auld lang syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld Lang syne?

For Auld Lang syne, my dear,
For auld Lang syne, we’ll tak a Cup of kindness yet,
For auld Lang syne.


And surely ye`ll be your pint stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine
We’ll tak a Cup of kindness yet,
For auld Lang syne.

For Auld Lang syne, my dear,
For auld Lang syne, we’ll tak a Cup of kindness yet,
For auld Lang syne

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou`d the gowans,
But we’ve wander`d mony a weary fit,
Sin` and auld Lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld Lang syne?

And there’s a hand my trusty fiere!
And gie`s a hand o`thine!
And we’ll tak a right gug-wellie
Waught,
For auld Lang syne.

For Auld Lang syne, my dear,
For auld Lang syne, we’ll tak a Cup of kindness yet,
For auld Lang syne.

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29 January 08 - 11:47limerick

Limerick by kris

There was a green frog from the pond
If you look at me you might be cond
I really want your money
Im not being funny
That money grabbing frog from the pond
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29 January 08 - 11:38A little egg

A little egg

A little egg
A round egg

A little tail
A sharp nail

A good flyer
A loud crier

A fire breath
A burnt Beth

A catalogue
To make me
Dragon

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28 January 08 - 10:27Scots, wha hae

Scots, Wha hae wi` Wallace bled,
Scots, Wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front o` battle lour!
See approach proud Edward’s power-
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee?

Wha for Scotland’s king and law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
Freedom stand, or freedom fa`?
Let him follow me!

By oppression’s woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurps low!
Tyrant fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!
Let us do or die!

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