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I’ll have this chonky poetry book on the go for quite some time as it’s not one to sit and read from cover to cover, but to pick up on occasion when I’m in the mood. The old Scots language looks tricky!
— Jun 29, 2026 06:35AM
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Ye jovial boys who love the joys,
The blissful joys of Lovers;
Yet dare avow with dauntless brow,
When th' bony lass discovers;
I pray draw near and lend an ear,
And welcome in a Frater,
For I've lately been on quarantine,
A proven Fornicator
Getting Keith Flint vibes from this one! (I’m a Fornicator, twisted Fornicator….yeahhh)
— Jul 11, 2026 07:20AM
The blissful joys of Lovers;
Yet dare avow with dauntless brow,
When th' bony lass discovers;
I pray draw near and lend an ear,
And welcome in a Frater,
For I've lately been on quarantine,
A proven Fornicator
Getting Keith Flint vibes from this one! (I’m a Fornicator, twisted Fornicator….yeahhh)
Lisa - *OwlBeSatReading*
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Slowly getting to grips with Rabbie’s writing the more I’m reading it. He’s like a Scottish Eminem in that he can rhyme anything!
— Jul 04, 2026 03:04AM
Lisa - *OwlBeSatReading*
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My husband says my attempt to read this with a Scottish accent is near on murderin the auld Scots dialect! 🤣 I’m an English Hampshire Hog, I cannae help masel! 🤷🏻♀️
— Jul 03, 2026 08:09AM
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Raging Fortune
O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low!
O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low!
My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow;
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow.
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low!
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low!
— Jun 30, 2026 01:49AM
O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low!
O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low!
My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow;
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow.
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low!
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low!