The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-01-25
O THE SEATTLE SCOTS ON
.BURNS DAY.

Robert Burns, born January -, 1859; event
be celebrated in Seattle January y, 1911
Hail! Brither Scots, we wish You weel,
There's mony here wha warmly feel
Tae ilka ancient couthie eronie,
AS ''Shanter' felt for ..Souter Johnnie"
An feel that tho ye're in that city,
That ye are there it's mair tn pity.
But let that lea stick tae tn wa,
Or bout DOR heads the house'll ia,
Then o ot wi a they nasty squabbles
They're only fit for wranglin' rabbles
See? there's my haun', I'll ne'er beguile,
j sweer by LAD that's born in Kyle
So, say ae mair, but gie's yer loot,
l offer mine, that is the proof
That DOR last squabble rs orr last,
A troubles moo are o tn past
Our freen'ly clasp an hearty greeting
Shall seal Tacoma and Seattle's meeting.
sac here's yer health over in Seattle,
We're rivals but in wordy battle;
Nae banes are broken in our strife,
An naethin' moo mars happy life.
Each for his toon daes a. he can
And wrastles wi tn ither man,
Xix ane among us tries his best.
Weel, time alone supplies the test.
Let's a agree tae drap tn question,
For years tae come will show tn best yin.
Now, we'll unite in one great blast
To blow aside the curtain'd past,
Showing DOR freens that tho we've wars
They're bluidless an without sair scars.
There is a thing on which we aye unite.
TIL memory o. Burns" It's ever right
We join our hands an sing his praise
Until tn roof we nearly raise.
Yell meet that NIGHT on joy intent,
WI that in front we're aye content,
In toast an sang an funny story
Each meeting adding tae Burns glory.
His is a name that bears a charm
An mak's tn bluid rim swift an warm,
His is a name tae Scotsmen dear
And ever welcomd wi cheer.
That name resounds in every land
(For scotsmen are a rowing band
over a. the worl's braid, open face
Yell meet wi men O. DOR ain race,
Wha, Oh that nicht, frae far an near,
Aye.gether, ii but once year,
Taerender homage tae .oor poet"
An tae tn WORT they proodly show it.
His name a Scots truly revere it,
Nae ither bard comes even near it,
An wi his name an hearty greeting,
We help alang tn hour that's fleeting.
Moo is tn time tae seal DOR freenship,
Tho dry, il only proves cor kinship.
(Wi' Scots, it's their besettin sin,
liz man maun haze ''gill broeht in"
Their Wordy wars end wi Google,
An a gang hame wee bit groggy).
Bet as it may, Wen meet for pleasure
Nae nasty thoehts DOR minds e'er treasured:
Sac, let the pipes their loudest skirl,
As in the ''reel" aroun' we bril-
There's naething like the May dance,
Except the CLINT o. lassies' glance.
9TH scot he dearly loes his lass,
Some say, but fie, as wells his glass;.
Well bath ye II haze, nae doubt, in season
An aye wi modlcum O reason.
Flu merry may We spen' that NIGHT,
Then wan er hame by clear MOONLIGHT.
No vera fou, but jist in form
Tao 'brazin GOT tn passin' storm
When We get hame,-ahint tn wife
VIVA feels as il she'd take yer life
For emp yin that last ''wee" gill
An various ither pints o yill.
When as been said-th' Lord be thankit
We aye can creep below tn blankit
Josh me, this blether's far DER lang,
l maun shut doom on I, wi a bang,
sac guild be wi We a this year,
Il trust yer in when next speir-
May passin' months aye keep We merry
Till death comes bye tae load his ferry,
We q maun cross life's turbid river
Ere we can taste o joys forever.
Then. farefyewell, maid, man an mither,
Till next We a shall meet III either.
TACOMA, Jan. II, 1891. JOHN s. NEfI