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Album: Miscellaneous (2003)
Artists: Burns Robert

  1. A Mans A Man For A That
  2. A Mans A Man For All That
  3. A Pint O Wine
  4. A Waukrife Minnie
  5. Ae Fond Kiss
  6. Amang The Trees
  7. Auld Lang Syne
  8. Awa Whigs Awa
  9. Beware O Bonie Ann
  10. Blythe Was She
  11. Bonie Lesley
  12. Carl An The King Come
  13. Cauld Frosty Morning
  14. Comin Thro The Rye
  15. Craigieburn Wood
  16. Dainty Davie
  17. Duncan Davison
  18. Duncan Gray
  19. Eppie Adair
  20. Fete Champetre
  21. Five Carlins
  22. Flow Gently Sweet Afton
  23. Frae The Friends And Land I Love
  24. Green Sleeves
  25. Hey Tuti Tatey
  26. Highland Mary
  27. I Love My Love In Secret
  28. I Maun Hae A Wife
  29. I Sing Of A Whistle
  30. Ill Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me
  31. Jamie Come Try Me
  32. John Anderson My Jo
  33. John Barleycorn A Ballad
  34. John Come Kiss Me Now
  35. Johnny Cope
  36. Jumpin John
  37. Pit Viper *


Burns Robert
Miscellaneous
I Sing Of A Whistle
I SING OF A WHISTLE
(Robert Burns)

I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth,
I sing of' a Whistle, the pride of the North,
Was brought to the court of our good Scottish king,
And long with this Whistle all Scotland shall ring.

Old Loda*, still rueing the arm of Fingal,
The god of the bottle sends down from his hall-
'This Whistle's your challenge, to Scotland get o'er,
'And drink them to hell, Sir! or ne'er see me more!'

Old poets have sung, and old chronicles tell,
What champions ventured, what champions fell;
The son of great Loda was conqueror still,
And blew on the Whistle their requiem shrill.

Till Robert, the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur,
Unmatched at the bottle, unconquered in war,
He drank his poor god-ship as deep as the sea,
No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he.

Thus Robert, victorious, the trophy has gained,
Which now in his house has for ages remained;
Till three noble chieftains, and all of his blood,
The jovial contest again have renewed.

Three joyous good fellows with hearts clear of flaw;
Craigdarroch so famous for wit, worth, and law;
And trusty Glenriddel, so skilled in old coins;
And gallant Sir Robert, deep-read in old wines.

Craigdarroch began with a tongue smooth as oil,
Desiring Glenriddel to yield up the spoil;
Or else he would muster the heads of the clan,
And once more, in claret, try which was the man.

'By the gods of the ancients!'Glenriddel replies,
'Before I surrender so glorious a prize,
'I,ll conjure the ghost of the great Rorie More*,
'And bumoer his horn with him twenty times o'er.'

A bard was selected to witness the fray,
And tell future ages the feats of the day;
A bard who detested all sadness and spleen,
And wished that Pamassus a vineyard had been.

The dinner being over, the claret they ply,
And every new cork is a new spring of joy;
In the bands of old friendship and kindred so set,
And the bands grew the tighter the more they were wet.

Gay Pleasure ran riot as bumpers ran o'er;
Bright Phoebus ne'er witnessed so joyous a corps,
And vowed that to leave them he was quite forlorn,
Till Cynthia hinted he'd see them next morn.

Six bottles a-piece had well wore out the night,
When gallant Sir Robert, to finish the fight,
Turned o'er in one bumper a bottle of red,
And swore 'twas the way that their ancestor did.

Then worthy Glernriddel, so cautious and sage,
No longer the warfare, ungodly, would wage;
A high ruling elder to wallow in wine!
He left the foul business to folks less divine.

The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with Fate and Quart Bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish in light;
So uprose bright Phoebus - and down fell the kinght.

Next uprose our Bard, like a prophet in drink:-
'Craigdarroch, thou'lt soar when creation shall sink!
'But if thou would flourish immortal in rhyme,
'Come -one bottle more- and have at the sublime !

'Thy line, that have struggled for freedom with Bruce
'Shall heroes and patriots ever produce:
'So thine be the laurel, and mine be the bay
'The field thou hast won, by yon bright god of day!'

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