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Tried to write in Burns' style...didn't get so far that way, but hey, I tried. |
| Address To Rabbie Burns The Bard of Scotland Oh, if only ye could see How much we do still honour thee. How your words inspire us still; Though year after year we fight, and kill. Through every battle your words survive, With every memory those words revive. You are the glorious inspiration Of every living, breathing nation. Your poems we still recite, Your songs are lights in every night. Though our ashes lie in broken urns, We love thee still, great Rabbie Burns. All that is must pass away; Each dawn leads to a day, But Rabbie Burns, your light still shines; Through every lovely, rhyming line. And auld Scotland still your praises sing; Through all the world your songs still ring. Though our ashes lie in broken urns, We love thee still, great Rabbie Burns. |