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Posted by Fried Fifer on 1/25/2005, 9:18 am Fair fa’ your hopeless greetin’ face The groanin greeter, Tamsun’s scapegoat His lies are akin tae ane full o’ fear So eat yer pehs as much as ye can Nine in a row the Derry shout
Birnies Address Tae A Haggis
Yer first eleven are a bloody disgrace
Ah hope ye feenish in twel’h place
Cos your such a bairn
Tears a’ ower yer face
Hows yer team fairin’?
Wi tears wellin’ up and a lump in his throat
Comfort food is making him bloat
Aye, he loves tae feed,
Hides pies in his coat
Yer hairt wid almost bleed.
His team did weel, wi victory near
Were ye conned again ma we timorit beastie
Two ane by Dundee, oh how nasty
Did the men across the street
Steal awa’ yer victory
Wi jealous heart, I hear ye bleat.
For by next week, yer an unemployed man
And Duff will greet ye wi a grin
So dinnae run a’ cower’t
Tak it oan the chin
For by Sunday it’s ow’er
Upsetting Birnie, the wee spoilt lout
And Tamsun is calling Birnie tae out
Smith scores a goal
Followed by Sutton
By Monday, McCall joins the dole
The poor wee glutten.
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