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In 1759 and into poverty
This Ayrshire lad was born for all the world to see
Working on the land, grafting night and day
The hours long and hard for a pittance of a pay

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So come the 25th we’ll raise a glass once mair
To Scotland’s favourite son and his talent so rare
In countries far and wide through centuries of time
We’ll raise a glass once mare tae auld lang syne

A man of many words in poetry and song
Spreading social conscience, what is right and what is wrong
Not favoured by the kirk, holy Willie and his throng
But a man’s a man for a that and his memory lives on

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He loved the lassies weel and mair than just a few
Elizabeth and Jean, Mary, Nancy, Jenny too
A red red rose to each, aye fond kiss afore we’re through
A romantic to the end wi love that grew and grew

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So as the years go by we’ll remember once again
The greatest ever Scot and other absent friends
We’ll raise a whisky glass oor voice resounding strong
To the work o Ayrshire’s bard and Scotland’s favourite son

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