Here is Another Poem About My Home Town and Rugby Written in Scots.
Raise a glass tae obody here, a band o’ freens the gither.
Enjoying crack, a dram or twa’ an’ guid auld appy blither.
What makes us yin, in heart and soul, and like brithers tae each awe.
An auk’ard shape o’ lither, the guid auld rugby baw.
Raise a glass to man above, for a gift to you he blist,
For wi’oot the bonny oval shape, jist think whit we’d hae mist,
Now never take for granted, how blist you hae awe been,
Tae run oot on a rugby pitch adorning Dunbar green,
Privileged tae play the game that’s part o’ awe oor life,
We get the gither; go on trips and dinnae tak the wife,
Efter games wi cuts and pains fir beer the bar ou’ll fled,
A few of hours of good banter, get tanked then awf tae bed.
We’ve seen grand slams and triple croons and famous Scottish wins,
We’ve had to watch the English win the world cup for oor sins,
But when oor the years ye gither spewing memories sae rife,
Remimber oot’ this egg shaped gem, inco’plete wid be oor life.
Friend’s you’ve got awe oor the world thanks tae the rugby baw,
Toulouse, Wales and Skerries, rugby brithers in them awe,
No other sport will open doors and make life mair complete,
Nae other sport an enemy, wi hug and pint you’ll greet.
I think you’ve heard enough o’ me, I’ve raved and I have ranted,
But a gift you’ve been given, never take that gift for granted,
Without it pairer, life wid be, an oor friendship could hiv faw,
So stand up tall and face your friends, and toast the rugby baw.
FRANCESCO TOTTI