The Barren Fig

 

O Scotland is
THE barren fig.
Up, carles, up
And roond it jig.
Auld Moses took
A dry stick and
Instantly it
Floo’ered in his hand.

Pu’ Scotland up,
And wha can say
It winna bud
And blossom tae.
A miracle’s
Oor only chance.
Up, carles, up
And let us dance!

from A Drunk Man Looks at Throbbing Thistle

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