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Lord Rosebery loquitur
Was I ever sae tormentit?
I'm nearly driven dementit.
The things I hae inventit
To speak about the Bard
Are mony and meritorious,
So say the maist censorious;
But, oh! it's fair notorious
To find new things is hard!
I'm nearly driven dementit.
The things I hae inventit
To speak about the Bard
Are mony and meritorious,
So say the maist censorious;
But, oh! it's fair notorious
To find new things is hard!
Ma very sleep is broken wi't,
The Glorious Shade I've spoken wi't,
Poetic thirst I've sloken wi't,
But, faith! I'm rinning oot;
And here's another bust, ye ken,
And talk on it I must, ye ken,
For Paisley pits her trust, ye ken,
In me, and has nae doot.
The Glorious Shade I've spoken wi't,
Poetic thirst I've sloken wi't,
But, faith! I'm rinning oot;
And here's another bust, ye ken,
And talk on it I must, ye ken,
For Paisley pits her trust, ye ken,
In me, and has nae doot.
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Faith, a' the Sultan's meenions
I'll curse, and ma opeenions
About the puir Armenians
I'll speak and mak' ma maen.
Though Robbie never heard o' them,
His heart would hae been stirred for them,
And speaking out my word for them
Kills twa birds wi' ae stane!
I'll curse, and ma opeenions
About the puir Armenians
I'll speak and mak' ma maen.
Though Robbie never heard o' them,
His heart would hae been stirred for them,
And speaking out my word for them
Kills twa birds wi' ae stane!
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