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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sair Stroke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O waly, waly, my bonnie crew <br>Gin ye maun bumpit be! <br>And waly, waly, my Stroke sae true, <br>Ye leuk unpleasauntlie!<br>O hae ye suppit the sad sherrie <br>That gars the wind gae soon; <br>Or hae ye pud o' the braw bird's-e'e, <br>Ye be sae stricken doun?<br>I hae na suppit the sad sherrie, <br>For a' my heart is sair; <br>For Keiller's still i' the bonnie Dundee, <br>And his is halesome fare.<br>But I hae slain our gude Captain, <br>That c'uld baith shout and sweer, <br>And ither twain put out o' pain— <br>The Scribe and Treasurere.<br>There's ane lies stark by the meadow-gate, <br>And twa by the black, black brig: <br>And waefu', waefu', was the fate <br>That gar'd them there to lig!<br>They waked us soon, they warked us lang, <br>Wearily did we greet; <br>'Should he abrade' was a' our sang, <br>Our food but butcher's-meat.<br>We hadna train'd but ower a week, <br>A week, but barely twa, <br>Three sonsie steeds they fared to seek, <br>That mightna gar them fa'.<br>They 've ta'en us ower the lang, lang coorse, <br>And wow! but it was wark; <br>And ilka coach he sware him hoorse, <br>That ilka man s'uld hark.<br>Then upped and spake our pawkie bow, <br>—O, but he wasna late! <br>'Now who shall gar them cry Enow, <br>That gang this fearsome gate?'<br>Syne he has ta'en his boatin' cap, <br>And cast the keevils in, <br>And wha but me to gae (God hap!) <br>And stay our Captain's din?<br>I stayed his din by the meadow-gate, <br>His feres' by Nuneham brig, <br>And waefu', waefu', was the fate <br>That gar'd them there to lig!<br>O, waly to the welkin's top! <br>And waly round the braes! <br>And waly all about the shop <br>(To use a Southron phrase).<br>Rede ither crews be debonair, <br>But we 've a weird to dree, <br>I wis we maun be bumpit sair <br>By boaties two and three: <br>Sing stretchers of yew for our Toggere, <br>Sith we maun bumpit be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Arthur+Quiller-Couch">Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch</a><div class=q>
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Gin ye maun bumpit be! 
And waly, waly, my Stroke sae true, 
Ye leuk unpleasauntlie!
O hae ye suppit the sad sherrie 
That gars the wind gae soon; 
Or hae ye pud o' the braw bird's-e'e, 
Ye be sae stricken doun?
I hae..."></div>
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