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ECONOMY ON THE OCHILS.
Cheery Optimism at Skriegh-Bare.
March 20, 1916.
Ye Lawland loons that sterve in touns,
There's this to cheer ye at your tyle—
Ye're better far than ithers are,
An' a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
There's this to cheer ye at your tyle—
Ye're better far than ithers are,
An' a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
We've worn our brogues until they're throu',
Wi' corns an' chilblains a' the while;
We're looten doun to bare-fit noo—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
Wi' corns an' chilblains a' the while;
We're looten doun to bare-fit noo—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
Our trews are torn, our kilts are worn,
We've neither bannet, caip, nor tile;
But what o' that? our hair's our hat—
An' a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
We've neither bannet, caip, nor tile;
But what o' that? our hair's our hat—
An' a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
We've naething noo to fire our mou'
In the gude auld Glentackit style;
There's no' a drap o' mountain dew—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
In the gude auld Glentackit style;
There's no' a drap o' mountain dew—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
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We've eaten aitmeal till we're tired,
We've broken oot in mony a byle;
We've gien up sugar, as required—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
We've broken oot in mony a byle;
We've gien up sugar, as required—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
We've neither coal nor cannel licht,
An' every crusie's wantin' ile;
The peats are dune, an' dark's the nicht—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
An' every crusie's wantin' ile;
The peats are dune, an' dark's the nicht—
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
There's no' a gamie on the braes,
There's no' a poacher oot o' jyle,
But's aff disguised in khaki claes—
An' a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
There's no' a poacher oot o' jyle,
But's aff disguised in khaki claes—
An' a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
An' sae, ye loons wha live in touns,
There's this to sweeten a' your tyle—
Ye're maybe waur than what we are,
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
There's this to sweeten a' your tyle—
Ye're maybe waur than what we are,
But a' the Simmer's gawn to smile!
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