One man looking back on a year
was Robbie Burns on '88.
Of Australia he mentions naught.
Politics aside,
Bawtie his dog had died.
The landlady's cock
wouldn't tread the hen.
No prayed-for good
came to pass.
Many a bonnie lass
lost a frien'
she never could lose again.
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