32 thoughts on “Immortal Irony”

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  ------------·´`·.¸¸.¸¸.··.¸¸Node January 17, 2015 at 14:03

  Ha Ha, Fred. A good imitation but not the real thing. Here’s the man himself:

  Poetical Inscription, for An Altar to Independence at Kerroughtree

  Thou, of an independent mind
  With soul resolv’d, with soul resigned;
  Prepar’d pow’rs proudest frown to brave,
  Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
  Virtue alone who dost revere,
  Thy own reproach alone dost fear,
  Approach this shrine, and worship here.

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  Ba'al Zevul January 17, 2015 at 20:13

  The Immoral (sic) Memory

  Nine Inch Will PLease a Lady

  `Come rede me, dame, come tell me, dame,
  `My dame come tell me truly,
  `What length o’ graith, when weel ca’d hame,
  `Will sair a woman duly?’
  The carlin clew her wanton tail,
  Her wanton tail sae ready —
  I learn’d a sang in Annandale,
  Nine inch will please a lady. —

  But for a koontrie c-nt like mine,
  In sooth, we’re nae sae gentle;
  We’ll tak tway thumb-bread to the nine,
  And that’s a sonsy p-ntle:
  O Leeze me on my Charlie lad,
  I’ll ne’er forget my Charlie!
  Tway roarin handfu’s and a daud,
  He nidge’t it in fu’ rarely. —

  But weary fa’ the laithron doup,
  And may it ne’er be thrivin!
  It’s no the length that maks me loup,
  But it’s the double drivin. —
  Come nidge me, Tam, come nidge me, Tam,
  Come nidge me o’er the nyvel!
  Come lowse and lug your battering ram,
  And thrash him at my gyvel!

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