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ODE TO NoX on the occassion of a visit to No. 8 in the 1970's |
You've heard the tale how Robin Hood Came riding through the glen His merry men were not a match For Kilwinning Number Ten
Like a bank of border reivers They came sweeping to the toon The keepers in the castle even Locked up Scotia's Croon
And on their way they passed through A place called Little France Their piper gied his bag a squeeze And led them in a dance
Some local chiels were sair afraid And didna hae a bash They took exception to a tune We know it as the sash
For theyre wild men from that south land Where miners oft tell Of how the Lodge gave shelter to A dame called Eskimo Nell
Just by the Lodge, a graveyards stands 'Twas there, Nell got her licks They chased her round the tombstones Waving the Deacons sticks
Some years ago along they came With a good sized deputation To visit the cream in Number Eight And caused a sensation
They missed the door and round the street These heroes gaily went Marched into St Patrick's Just imagine, it was Lent
Yes ! Theyre heroes from that bare land Where the ale they brew is strong And when they work the third degree It lasts for three hours long
Perhaps sometime in the future I shall maybe have the pleasure To call at Dalkeith Number Ten And have a drink at leisure
For oer a year has passed by since Last you heard my rhymes And at that time you promised me A dram for auld lang syne
Your Lodges ancient minutes record A tale I know is true Youre bound to grant a nip To a brother wearing blue
So if Im spared, Ill make a trip To enjoy that dram But heaven protect your worthy steward If he serves me up with spam
So accept my personal welcome And all the cheese dont snaffle I trust youve done your duty And supported our poor raffle |
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