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Post by Wee Angus McWordy on Sept 27, 2011 10:07:31 GMT
Aye These nichts are awfy cauld Try wearin' a kilt in this weather Ah you English cannae dae it Ye dinna e'en hae it Ye're a' no even funky It'd freeze the balls aff a brass monkey Hear the sound o' the pipes Wailin' oot ower the Loch You English cannae play a note Its no' a talent ye have got Ye're a' la-de-da wi' courts n' spouses And askin me... Where's your trousers? Crivvens Jings and Help M'Boab Ye canna unnerstaun a word Ye're a daft and awa' in the heid Ye a'might as well be deed... Aye
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Post by Daphne on Sept 27, 2011 12:06:56 GMT
Do you happen to have a translation? It's the crivvens which confuses.
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Post by alex on Sept 27, 2011 19:50:23 GMT
hhmm I could only understand this bit... ''And askin me... Where's your trousers? '' 
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Post by Daphne on Oct 26, 2011 21:12:46 GMT
It refers to a famous song, "Donald where's yer troosers?" I say "famous" when I actually mean CRAP.
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Post by Sunshine on Oct 27, 2011 14:45:17 GMT
I love Scotland. I love walking in the sunshine on the heather-filled moors with the smell of peat.
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Post by alex on Oct 28, 2011 0:30:45 GMT
The smell is actually goat shit, sunshine!
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