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1 posted on 01/21/2018 6:24:05 AM PST by QBFimi
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Important reminder for next year: Do NOT point out to the wife that the kilt that fit so well in her 20s is a bit tight in her late 60s: “Honey, why don’t you wear the black dress instead?”


2 posted on 01/21/2018 6:29:24 AM PST by QBFimi (It is not your responsibility to finish the work of perfecting the world... Tarfon)
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“If it’s nae Scottish, it’s crap!”


3 posted on 01/21/2018 6:32:41 AM PST by ClearCase_guy (Benedict McCain is the worst traitor ever to wear the uniform of the US military.)
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OK, who among ya is sober enough tae attend the Kirkin' a the Tartans today?

The Scots will run out of Narcan, I'm afraid.

4 posted on 01/21/2018 6:33:01 AM PST by Jim Noble (Single payer is coming. Which kind do you like?)
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My ancestry is Scots/Irish and Ani Yun Wiya (Cherokee)

I have known all my life as that “drunk Indian”...LOL


5 posted on 01/21/2018 7:37:21 AM PST by JBW1949 (I'm really PC....PATRIOTICALLY CORRECT!!!!)
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Burns night is 25th January or have you been having a few practice runs ?


7 posted on 01/21/2018 8:10:19 AM PST by Timocrat (Ingnorantia non excusat)
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“Scots Wha Hae Wie Wallace Bled.” —Old Song.
Henry Livingston, the author of “Night Before Christmas”
1827, the year before he died, aged 79

In arts and arms Escotia stands
Foremost of European lands
Dear soil! from whence my fathers came
I bless and hail thy worth and fame.

Thy sturdy sons in martial pride
With their good broad-swords by their side
In tartain plaid and bonnets blue
A band of Heroes in review.

Scotland excels in peaceful arts:
-Her pulpits warm the coldest hearts;
In poetry her Thompson shines
And thrills us with his glowing lines.

Ramsay and Burns each in their day
Attune their lyres in sweetest lay,
While Scot ascends Parnassus heights
And all the listening world delights.

-But - useless grown my broken shell
I bid the land of cares farewell
Oppressed with the lapse of time
I faintly dream of Auld Lang-Syne.


9 posted on 01/21/2018 10:20:46 AM PST by mairdie
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"We're bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!"

Nowadays, Chinese gold, or Saudi, or Iranian.

12 posted on 01/21/2018 11:47:55 AM PST by omega4412
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