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Grown tired of mourning for my sins	A
And brooding over merits	B
The other night with aching heart	C
I went amongst the spirits	D
And I met one that I knew well	E
O Scotty's Ghost is that you	F
And did you see the fearsome crowd	G
At Bobbie Burns's statue	F
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They hurried up in hansom cabs	H
Tall hatted and frock coated	I
They trained it in from all the towns	J
The weird and hairy throated	K
They spoke in some outlandish tongue	L
They cut some comic capers	M
And ilka man was wild to get	N
His name in all the papers	M
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They showed no sign of intellect	O
Those frauds who rushed before us	P
They knew one verse of 'Auld Lang Syne'	Q
The first one and the chorus	P
They clacked the clack o' Scotlan''s Bard	R
They glibly talked of 'Rabby'	S
But what if he had come to them	T
Without a groat and shabby	S
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They drank and wept for Rabbie's sake	U
They stood and brayed like asses	V
The living bard's a drunken rake	U
The dead one loved the lasses	V
If Bobbie Burns were here they'd sit	W
As still as any mouse is	V
If Bobbie Bums should come their way	X
They'd turn him out their houses	V
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O weep for bonny Scotland's Bard	R
And praise the Scottish nation	Q
Who made him spy and let him die	Y
Heart broken in privation	Q
Exciseman so that he might live	Z
Through northern winters' rigours	V
Just as in southern lands they give	A2
The hard up rhymer figures	V
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We need some songs of stinging fun	Q
To wake the States and light 'em	B2
I wish a man like Robert Burns	V
Were here to day to write 'em	B2
But still the mockery shall survive	Z
Till Day o' Judgement crashes	V
The men we scorn when we're alive	Z
With praise insult our ashes	V
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And Scotty's Ghost said Never mind	C2
The fleas that you inherit	D2
The living bard can flick 'em off	E2
They cannot hurt his spirit	D2
The crawlers round the poet's name	F2
Shall crawl through all the ages	V
His work's the living thing and they	X
Are fly dirt on the pages	V

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