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Toast
To The Lassies Tonight,
we gather here in praise.
Like Robert Burns we lift our glasses,
For burns himself spent all his days,
In toast to bonnie Scottish lassies.
And so 'tis now our heart's desire,
That we should also do the same,
The lasses then, set Burns a-fire,
And still tonight, they fan our flames.
She fans the flames and stirs the coals.
The fire grows hot, but something's amiss!
The lads are dreaming Burns-like goals,
While she's firing up to make some haggis.
Though haggis makes a tasty dinner,
Its ingredients make the stomach sting!
It takes a lass to make it a winner,
And Bobby Burns its praise to sing.
Now when the dinner is over and done,
The tables are cleared without delay.
A line is formed and everyone,
Will grand march in while pipers play.
The ball begins - first "Homeward Bound,"
A lad will ask a lass to dance.
But when the lads can scarce be found,
A lass, the lad's side, will enhance.
And then, alas, the trouble starts!
For when a lass a lad's part dances,
The lads and lasses confuse their parts,
And fill the set with worried glances.
Yet when it's time for final bow,
There's smiles and clapping all around.
And much remarking about how,
The lasses danced, their skills profound.
Tonight we gather here in praise,
Prepare to toast, fill up your glasses.
and let the lads, their voices raise,
In toast to bonnie Scottish lassies.
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To The Lads
It's only right
we toast the Lads
Because they help us so.
Without them, sad would be our lot
And long the path we go.
They take us on such scenic trips
To sites remote and wide.
Lads never ask directions;
They just trust their 'inner guide.'
They save us from the stress and strain
Of deciding yes or no.
Lads always know what we should do
And are pleased to tell us so.
And aren't we lucky that they're here
To put in their two cents?
And share their sound financial ken
To improve our fiscal sense.
Ah, but when the Lads ask us to dance,
It gives our hearts a lilt,
For petronellas are superb
When they add a flash of kilt.
Yes, Lads cherish and protect us
And they help us reach our goals.
With a wink, a smile, a helping hand,
They're music to our souls.
But we love them for their honor,
For their courage and their pride.
Indeed, theres nothing we can't do
With a good Lad by our side.
So, Ladies, stand and raise your glass
To toast each noble Lad.
Not only are they heroes,
But they're heroes wearing plaid!!
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