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As I look'd over yon castle wa'


As I looked o'er yon castle wa', I spied a grey goose and a gled; They had a fecht between them twa, And O, as their twa hurdies gade. With a hey ding it in, and a how ding it in, And a hey ding it in, it's lang to day: Tal larietal, talllarietal Tal larietal, tal larie tay. She strack up and he strack down. Between them twa they made a mowe, And ilka fart that the carlin gae, It's four o' them wad fill a bowe. Temper your tail, Carlin, he cried, Temper your tail by Venus' law; Double your dunts, the dame replied, Wha the deil can hinder the wind to blaw! For were ye in my saddle set, And were ye weel girt in my gear, If the wind o' my arse blaw you out o' my cunt, Ye'll never be reckoned a man o 'weir. He placed his Jacob whare she did piss, And his ballocks whare the wind did blaw, And he grippet her fast by the goosset o' the arse And he gae her cunt the common law. With a hey ding it in, and a how ding it in, And a hey ding it in, it's lang to day: Tal larietal, talllarietal Tal larietal, tal larie tay.

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Douglas Henshall

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This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Douglas Henshall.

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