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I cannae be like Robert Burns

 

 I cannae be like Robbie Burns

I cannae be like him

I cannae be like a kilt clad Scot

I can only sleep and dream

 

of Haggis, Neeps, and Tatties

stuffed right in my gob

and beer and double whisky

to wash away that lot

 

I cannae see the distant land

thru cloud and rain that teems

a thousand shepherds watch o’er their flock

and all they do is dream

 

of Haggis, Neeps, and Tatties

stuffed right in my gob

and beer and double whisky

to wash away that lot