HAPPY BURNS NIGHT If youre toasting the Bard tonight you might enjoy this... Address To The Tooth-Ache My curse upon your venomd stang, That shoots my torturd gums alang; And thro my lugs gies mony a twang, Wi gnawing vengeance; Tearing my nerves wi bitter pang, Like racking engines! When fevers burn, or ague freezes, Rheumatics gnaw, or cholic squeezes; Our neighbors sympathy may ease us, Wi pitying moan; But thee -- thou hell o a diseases -- They mock our groan! Adown my beard the slavers trickle! I throw the wee stools oer the mickle, As round the fire the giglets keckle, To see me loup; While raving mad, I wish a heckle Were in their doup. O a the numrous human dools, Ill harsts, daft bargains, cutty-stools, Or worthy friends rakd i the mools, Sad sight to see ! The tricks o knaves, or fash o fools, Thou bearst the gree. Whereer that place be priests ca hell, Whence a the tones o misry yell, And rankd plagues their numbers tell, In dreadfu raw, Thou, Tooth-ache, surely bearst the bell Amang them a! O thou grim, mischief-making chiel, That gars the notes of discord squeel, Till daft mankiud aft dance a reel In gore a shoe-thick; -- Gie a the foes o Scotlands weal A towmonds Tooth-ache! Robert Burns
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 10:31:16 +0000
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