A Scottish poem. |
| The pipers came to our town The games begin on Saturday And Sunday and the lassies will dance the highland fling and Scottish songs they'll sing Big Tam throw a telephone pole a few feet but there's nobody to compete They're all in the beer tent having a beer And when it's all over the committee will plan the event for next year.. |
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