cos esme loved me ..then

oh libertine. more than ovalitine !
cos Esme. loved me then.
and oh serene , oh lassie freend
Cos Esme loves me again.

Oh aw the years, and aw the tears
fae havers truly blawn.
oh aw the beers oh they fears,
oh lassie. I am forlorn.!

I should have listened yesterday,
or the day before that noo.
I SHOULD o heard ye, all night long,
But instead, i chose “furk you”..

as nane kin be telt.. the wiser dear,
and nane can be telt hame trooths.
wi a guid Scots heid, and aye tongue to match.
wi a mooth o mine like a cundie ,, and NEVER oan a Sunday
the conduit lies, forsooth mon freend,
La conduit..? ooh voulez vous !

ODE TO A CUNDIE. lng.