<h2> The Great Calamity </h2>
<p>MacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhurst<br/>
When summer days were hot,<br/>
And bided there wi' Jock McThirst,<br/>
A brawny brother Scot.<br/>
Gude Faith! They made the whisky fly,<br/>
Like Highland chieftains true,<br/>
And when they'd drunk the beaker dry<br/>
They sang 'We are nae fou!'<br/>
<br/>
'There is nae folk like oor ain folk,<br/>
Sae gallant and sae true.'<br/>
They sang the only Scottish joke<br/>
Which is, 'We are nae fou.'<br/>
<br/>
Said bold McThirst, 'Let Saxons jaw<br/>
Aboot their great concerns,<br/>
But bonny Scotland beats them a',<br/>
The land o' cakes and Burns,<br/>
The land o' partridge, deer, and grouse,<br/>
Fill up your glass, I beg,<br/>
There's muckle whusky i' the house,<br/>
Forbye what's in the keg.'<br/>
<br/>
And here a hearty laugh he laughed,<br/>
'Just come wi' me, I beg.'<br/>
MacFierce'un saw with pleasure daft<br/>
A fifty-gallon keg.<br/>
<br/>
'Losh, man, that's grand,' MacFierce'un cried,<br/>
'Saw ever man the like,<br/>
Now, wi' the daylight, I maun ride<br/>
To meet a Southron tyke,<br/>
But I'll be back ere summer's gone,<br/>
So bide for me, I beg,<br/>
We'll make a grand assault upon<br/>
Yon deevil of a keg.'<br/>
<br/>
. . . . .<br/>
<br/>
MacFierce'un rode to Whiskeyhurst,<br/>
When summer days were gone,<br/>
And there he met with Jock McThirst<br/>
Was greetin' all alone.<br/>
'McThirst what gars ye look sae blank?<br/>
Have all yer wits gane daft?<br/>
Has that accursed Southron bank<br/>
Called up your overdraft?<br/>
Is all your grass burnt up wi' drouth?<br/>
Is wool and hides gone flat?'<br/>
McThirst replied, 'Gude friend, in truth,<br/>
'Tis muckle waur than that.'<br/>
<br/>
'Has sair misfortune cursed your life<br/>
That you should weep sae free?<br/>
Is harm upon your bonny wife,<br/>
The children at your knee?<br/>
Is scaith upon your house and hame?'<br/>
McThirst upraised his head:<br/>
'My bairns hae done the deed of shame —<br/>
'Twere better they were dead.<br/>
<br/>
'To think my bonny infant son<br/>
Should do the deed o' guilt —<br/>
<i>HE LET THE WHUSKEY SPIGOT RUN,<br/>
AND A' THE WHUSKEY'S SPILT!</i>'<br/>
<br/>
. . . . .<br/>
<br/>
Upon them both these words did bring<br/>
A solemn silence deep,<br/>
Gude faith, it is a fearsome thing<br/>
To see two strong men weep.<br/></p>
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