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or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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prompted by moiramisu...
nola
evcelt
...although less macabre than her offering, here are some classics:



A Man's a Man for A' That - Rober Burns

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.

A price can mak a belted knight,
A marquise, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that.




A Charm - Rudyard Kipling

Take of English earth as much
As either hand may rightly clutch.
In the taking of it breathe
Prayer for all who lie beneath.
Not the great nor well-bespoke,
But the mere uncounted folk
Of whose life and death is none
Report or lamentation.
Lay that earth upon thy heart,
And thy sickness shall depart!

It shall sweeten and make whole
Fevered breath and festered soul.
It shall mightily restrain
Over-busied hand and brain.
It shall ease thy mortal strife
'Gainst the immortal woe of life,
Till thyself, restored, shall prove
By what grace the Heavens do move.

Take of English flowers these --
Spring's full-faced primroses,
Summer's wild wide-hearted rose,
Autumn's wall-flower of the close,
And, thy darkness to illume,
Winter's bee-thronged ivy-bloom.
Seek and serve them where they bide
From Candlemas to Christmas-tide,
For these simples, used aright,
Can restore a failing sight.

These shall cleanse and purify
Webbed and inward-turning eye;
These shall show thee treasure hid
Thy familiar fields amid;
And reveal (which is thy need)
Every man a King indeed!

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(From "The Merry Muses of Caledonia", a book of Burns's bawdy works)

The bonniest lass that ye meet neist
Gie her a kiss an a' that,
In spite o ilka pairish priest,
Repentin stool, an a' that.

For a' that an a' that,
Their mim-mou'd sangs an a' that,
In time an place convenient,
They'll do't themsels for a' that.

Your patriarchs in days o yore,
Haed their handmaids an a' that;
O bastard gets, some haed a score
An some haed mair than a' that.

For a' that an a' that,
Your langsyne saunts, an a' that,
Were fonder o a bonnie lass,
Than you or I, for a' that.

King Davie, when he waxed auld,
An's bluid ran thin, an a' that,
An fand his cods were growin cauld,
Could not refrain, for a' that.

For a' that an a' that,
To keep him warm an a' that,
The dochters o Jerusalem
Were waled for him, an a' that.

Wha wadna peety thae sweet dames
He fumbled at, an a' that,
An raised their bluid up into flames
He couldna droun, for a' that.

For a' that an a' that,
He wanted pith, an a' that;
For, as to what we shall not name,
What could he dae but claw that.

King Solomon, prince o divines,
Wha proverbs made, an a' that,
Baith mistresses an concubines
In hundreds haed, for a' that.

For a' that an a' that,
Tho a preacher wice an a' that,
The smuttiest sang that e'er was sung
His Sang o Sangs is a' that.

Then still I swear, a clever chiel
Should kiss a lass, an a' that,
Tho priests consign him to the deil,
As reprobate, an a' that.

For a' that an a' that,
Their cantin stuff, an a' that,
They ken nae mair wha's reprobate
Than you or I, for a' that.

yay, I'm an instigator! I like the Burns - I think that might be a good poem to add to my XPI character's reperatoire. I can practice the brogue... :)

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