Oor Wullie Fair fa your rosy-cheekit face, Your muckle buits, wi broken lace, Although youre always in disgrace, An get your spanks, In all our hearts ye have your place, Despite your pranks. Your towsy held, your dungarees, Your wee snub nose, your dirty knees, Your knack o seeming tae displease Your Ma an Pa. We dinna care a tuppenny sneeze We think youre braw. Youre wee, an nae twa ways aboot it, Youre wise, wi very few tae doot it, Youre wild, theres nane that wad dispute it, Around the toon. But maist o a ye are reputit A lauchin loon. Weel-kent, weel-liked, youre aye the same, Tae Scots abroad and Scots at hame. North, south, east, west, your weel-won fame Shall never sully. Well aye salute that couthie name: Oor Wullie.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 09:29:48 +0000
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