Robert Burns in Scottish Stanza
A diet of women, wine and song What could possibly go so wrong This is the place where I belong And I love it It bulks me up and makes me strong Fuels me with grit. I speak in stardust, incantations I dress in silk and selkie skins And I confess all my near sins To the whole world Where I end and where I begin Is one big swirl. Baritone of my bones sing heavy Beneath the belly of my bevvy I reach for life that feels fleshy So I can sleep Legend and myth just like Nessie Into the deep. With romance, friendship, food and drink One is always allowed to think Most things to music we can link Words to lyric This is how we stop the near sink It's generic. From couch to ceilidh, up you get! No rest from the workers sore head It won’t be long before we’re dead Let’s celebrate With throats open wide to be fed If that's our fate. My role, I speak for my people Escape societal shackle Make folk laugh, bellow and cackle Like the stars say I’m Aquarius, I mingle In lots of ways. Most mornings I work the farmland It's my duty to give a hand But my health is taken like quicksand The elements Rake their toll against all I planned In settlement. I am restrained from who I love So breed as wide as a turtle dove Migrating to fields from above I know these roads Journeys that give the words a shove Like breath, they flow. Hemlock, porcelain and then smash I weary myself back from crash Marry my love under lightning flash Father unleashed Allowed now to follow my stash For all such peace. Kids and animals catch my heart I've always known this from the start Losing my daughter, the worst mark Death has ingrained After this stopped the morning lark I live in pain. Seasons come fierce, I watch from my room Try not to let myself hug gloom My tooth is removed more ache looms So much is lost I crawl to my horse left ungroomed Dip into frost. I trust my friend, dear physician Wide cabinet of medicines Each one a trick from the magician Ripe sorcery To sip with my broth of venison Soon I'll be free. I drink from the well, dip in the sea But want to stay in bed with whiskey The delirium knocks my family All to the still Too late now for my recovery I've had my fill. Chronic illness and infection My heart's walls go up in correction The water too cold to section Any more time here Live fast, die young; a quick reflection Nothing to fear. I've left my brood my legacy Many women mourning after me It's no wonder I'm not left in peace Long after rot To unravel any mystery Least not forgot. I live on, I play on the souls Of many from where heather grows And beyond as life does unfold Each year I'm sung On my birthday I rise and roll Kiss winter sun.
