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Posted by N Matthew on 2/10/2005, 11:34 pm, in reply to "Re: Birnie's Last Stand - The Bard Years" --Previous Message--
Cheers, Dave.
This one'll have prime position on the wall at work for some time to come 
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: Birnies Address Tae A Haggis
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: Fair fa’ your hopeless greetin’ face
: 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’?
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: The groanin greeter, Tamsun’s scapegoat
: 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.
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: His lies are akin tae ane full o’ fear
: 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.
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: So eat yer pehs as much as ye can
: 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
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: Nine in a row the Derry shout
: 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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: Pretty sure Rabbie would have applauded this
: effort. Nice one.
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