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    • May 9
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Bastartin Tods

Albert Kirk Jr


The tods are eatin bairns agane.

Thon's hou it soonds tae me:

The bastarts skelloch ilka nicht

As lood as lood can be.


A cannae get masel tae sleep

Wi aw thir cantrips sair;

A dinnae think A've got the docht

Tae tak it ony mair.


A'm gonnae get the Cooncil oot

Tae fleg them fae thir hame;

An syne A'll pack the den wi muck

Tae feenish aff thir schame.


But tods ur sleekit enemies

An willnae quit for lang:

They'll ainlie howk anither hole

An back tae dool A gang!

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