Jim Murphy to make final speech of political career
From the Labour Party
From the scottish labour party
From the snp
From Niko and Munguins band of brothers
And now off to England
To finish his university degree
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely Owre gauze and lace, Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely On sic a place. Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested. shunn'd by saunt an sinner, How daur ye set your fit upon her - Sae fine a lady! Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggars hauffet squattle: There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle, Wi ither kindred, jumping cattle; In shoals and nations; Whare horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle Your thick plantations.
Adieu Jim.
ReplyDeleteYou made Johann Lamont look brilliant, which is ironic, seeing you and Mags stabbed the woman in the back.
But you are a wonderful example of "whit gaes aroon, comes aroon!"
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
ReplyDeleteYour impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace,
Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested. shunn'd by saunt an sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her -
Sae fine a lady!
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggars hauffet squattle:
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi ither kindred, jumping cattle;
In shoals and nations;
Whare horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.