Sunday, January 25, 2009

The drunk man looks at Simon Heffer

Today is the 250th aniversary of the birth of Robert Burns, but in response to this tosh from Simon Heffer, I prefer to use the style of Hugh McDairmid:

Nae fie in times a war an' financial exigency
tae hear yon scunner roar oot his ain bile.
Ilka the fear marks oot the cauf forby
The mistakes a' his ain fowk he seeks to force upon anither.


By fit richt hae he to talk?
For aye his quine, the blessed Margeret,
Presumed tae lecture Scots?
An' that impiety took place wi'in a Kirk!


In fit miekle mind can aye hatred o' five million hide?
Fae meikle nonesense fit muckle rang and richt may find.
An' a' we ken the guineas stamp wiz but the rank
forby the gaud hae gone awry.


An' aye the list is muckle lang fae a' hae trod on Scotland's dignity
fae England's metropolitan toon.
Noo we ken the truth:
Yon portly scunner hae nicht ony word tae say

Scots a' nae sicht rustic fowk

1 comment:

Wyrdtimes said...

That's mainly gibberish as far as I'm concerned but I guess it's supposed to be right?

"Scots have brought Britain to its knees" I take it you don't think so? It sure as hell looks like it to me.

Good in the long run as hopefully it will ratchet up justified English resentment towards righteous anger and action.