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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great Calamity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhurst<br>When summer days were hot,<br>And bided there wi' Jock MacThirst,<br>A brawny brother Scot.<br>Good faith! They made the whisky fly<br>Like Highland chieftains true,<br>And when they'd drunk the beaker dry<br>They sang, 'We are nae fou!<br>There's nae folk like oor ain folk,<br>Sae gallant and sae true.'<br>They sang the only Scottish joke<br>Which is, 'We are nae fou'.<br>Said bold MacThirst, 'Let Saxons jaw<br>Aboot their great concerns,<br>But Bonnie Scotland beats them a',<br>The Land o' Cakes and Burns,<br>The land of pairtridge, deer, and grouse;<br>Fill up your glass, I beg,<br>There's muckle whiskey i' the house,<br>Forbye what's in the keg.'<br>And here a hearty laugh he laughed,<br>'Just come wi' me, I beg.'<br>MacFierce'un saw with pleasure daft<br>A fifty-gallon keg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Losh, man, that's graund,' MacFierce'un cried,<br>'Saw ever man the like,<br>Moo, wi' the daylicht, I maun ride<br>To meet a Southron tyke,<br>But I'll be back ere summer's gone,<br>So bide for me, I beg;<br>We'll mak' a graund assault upon<br>Yon deevil of a keg.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MacFierce'un rode to Whiskeyhurst<br>When summer days were gone,<br>And there he met with Jock MacThirst<br>Was greetin' all alone.<br>'MacThirst, what gars ye look sae blank?<br>Hae all your wuts gane daft?<br>Has that accursed Southron bank<br>Called up your overdraft?<br>Is all your grass burnt up wi' drouth?<br>Is wool and hides gane flat?'<br>MacThirst replied, 'Guid friend, in truth,<br>'Tis muckle waur than that.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Has sair misfortune cursed your life<br>That you should weep sae free?<br>Is harm upon your bonnie wife,<br>The children at your knee?<br>Is scaith upon your house and hame?'<br>MacThirst upraised his head:<br>'My bairns hae done the deed of shame,<br>'Twere better they were dead.<br>To think my bonnie infant son<br>Should do the deed o' guilt,<br>He let the whiskey spigot run,<br>And a' the whiskey's spilt!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon them both these words did bring<br>A solemn silence deep;<br>Good faith, it is a fearsome thing<br>To see two strong men weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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When summer days were hot,
And bided there wi' Jock MacThirst,
A brawny brother Scot.
Good faith! They made the whisky fly
Like Highland chieftains true,
And when they'd drunk the beaker dry
They sang, 'We are nae..."></div>
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