To Oor Bard

Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie
It's Burns night so haggis, neeps and tatties
Will be scoffed by all the Scots a plenty
and other nations.

My blip is Bard, shortie and whiskey,
I do hope tonight you wont be too frisky.
Just chill out and raise a glass tae
Oor Rabbie, awbodys Rabbie
the great Bard himself Rabbie Burns.

Let Kings and Courtiers rise and fa'
this world has mony turns
but brightly beams aboon them a'
the Star o' Rabbie Burns.