  The Scotch wear kilts—both boys and men, When they don't know, they "dinna ken." They love the thistle, we the rose, They're fond of oatmeal, kail, and brose. In war the Scotch are very bold. Burns was a Scot, who, I am told, Wrote verses and ploughed fields by turns, So every Scot is proud of Burns. |
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