As this is Rabbie Burns birthday..
Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 1:49 pm
.. I though I would share one of his lesser known masterworks with you all.
The Reels o Bogie
You lads an lasses a' that dwell
In the toun o Strathbogie,
Whene'er you meet a pretty lass,
Be shuir you tip her coggie.
The lads an lasses toy an kiss,
The lads ne'er think it is amiss
To bang the holes whereout they ****,
An that's the reels o Bogie.
There's Kent, an Keen, an Aiberdeen,
An the toun o Strathbogie,
Where every lad mey have his lass,
Nou that I've got my coggie.
They spreid wide their snaw-white thies
An rowe aboot their wanton een,
An when they see your pintle rise
They'll dance the reels o Bogie.
A trooper gaun ower the lea,
He swore that he wad steer me,
An lang before the brak o day,
He giggled, goggled near me.
He put a stiff thing in my hand,
I could not bear the bangin o't
But lang before he went awa
I suppled baith the ends o't.
His pintle was o largest size,
Indeed it was a banger,
He socht a prize between my thies
Till it became a hanger.
Haed you but seen the wee bit skin
-He haed to put his pintle in,
You'd sworn it was a chitterlin
Dancin the reels o Bogie.
He turned aboot to fire again
An gie me t'other sally,
An as he fired I ne'er retired
But received him in my alley.
His pebbles they went thump, thump,
Against my little wanton rump,
But suin I left him but the stump
To dance the reels o Bogie.
Said I, young man, mair you can't dae,
I think I've granted your desire,
By bobbin on my wanton clue,
You see your pintle's a' on fire.
When on my back I work like steel
An bar the door wi my left heel,
The mair you **** the less I feel,
An that's the reels o Bogie.
The Reels o Bogie
You lads an lasses a' that dwell
In the toun o Strathbogie,
Whene'er you meet a pretty lass,
Be shuir you tip her coggie.
The lads an lasses toy an kiss,
The lads ne'er think it is amiss
To bang the holes whereout they ****,
An that's the reels o Bogie.
There's Kent, an Keen, an Aiberdeen,
An the toun o Strathbogie,
Where every lad mey have his lass,
Nou that I've got my coggie.
They spreid wide their snaw-white thies
An rowe aboot their wanton een,
An when they see your pintle rise
They'll dance the reels o Bogie.
A trooper gaun ower the lea,
He swore that he wad steer me,
An lang before the brak o day,
He giggled, goggled near me.
He put a stiff thing in my hand,
I could not bear the bangin o't
But lang before he went awa
I suppled baith the ends o't.
His pintle was o largest size,
Indeed it was a banger,
He socht a prize between my thies
Till it became a hanger.
Haed you but seen the wee bit skin
-He haed to put his pintle in,
You'd sworn it was a chitterlin
Dancin the reels o Bogie.
He turned aboot to fire again
An gie me t'other sally,
An as he fired I ne'er retired
But received him in my alley.
His pebbles they went thump, thump,
Against my little wanton rump,
But suin I left him but the stump
To dance the reels o Bogie.
Said I, young man, mair you can't dae,
I think I've granted your desire,
By bobbin on my wanton clue,
You see your pintle's a' on fire.
When on my back I work like steel
An bar the door wi my left heel,
The mair you **** the less I feel,
An that's the reels o Bogie.