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New Whisky Poem from the Scots Makar
The Scotch Whisky Association, protects, promotes and represents The Scotch Whisky Industry in Scotland and overseas. As part of their centennial celebrations they commissioned the Scots Makar (or national poet), Liz Lochhead to compose a poem in celebration of Scotch Whisky.
The first verse is below, to see the full poem, please see here.
When we sit wined and finely dined, Dressed up in oor best, braw and fancy, Oh, it's a far cry tonight, in this company bright, From the rude and hoorin howff o Poosie Nancy. Friends, we hae a history: Rough stuff. 'Rascally Kilbagie' Mair fiery by faur than 'lost Ferintosh' and fit, fit for but 'the most rascally part', fit for but the bard's Jolly Beggars, fit only for 'rectifying' into Hollands gin -- in the back lanes of London, Mother's Ruin. Sing, drunk for a penny, Blin fou for tuppence, quaff An ye shall hae straw for free When you maun sleep it aff.
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