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Rory Murphy – Piper O’ Dumbarton

Was at the Dumbarton Burns Club Supper last night and did a couple of songs ably assisted by my friend Smiler. Burns with blues harmonica solos? Yup!

The evening, during which the pair of us polished off a fine bottle of single malt between us – and then some (!) ended with a rousing, all join in version of this:

(I should point out that this is a traditional song and not a Burns one)
Chorus:
Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy, piper o’ Dumbarton

Now Rory was a piper guid
As ever came o’ Hieland blood
And lowland buddies’ hearts aye glowed
To the tunes of Rory Murphy

He filled the warriors’ breasts wi’ fire
He pleased the heart o’ sage and sire
Made the listening groups admire
As he gae’d through Dumbarton

His beard was made o’ lammer gloss
His sparkling eye as black’s a sloe’s
His cheeks were fresher than the rose
And the nose as red’s a partan

When Rory drank an extra gill
He made his chanter sound so shrill
You’d hear him on Ben Lomond hill
As clear as in Dumbarton

But whisky proved to him a fey
While stottering hame mair drunk each day
Fell tapsalteerie doon the brae
That left him deid for certain

Nae mair he’ll blow his Highland drones
Nae mair we’ll hear his witching tones
His banes lie cauld beneath the stones
In the kirkyard o’ Dumbarton

So farewell then Andy Coulson.

Pssst! Dave! – Just keep repeating the same line “He’s done a great job, I’m sorry he’s resigned, he’s being punished twice, I understand why he felt the need to resign.”

What seems beyond any dispute is that investigators hired by Coulson when he was editor at News of the World, hacked peoples’ phone calls and voicemails. His line is that he didn’t know that they were using these methods.

Cameron appears to believe that.

One can only wonder if this is naivety on the part of the PM or whether he is complicit in a lie?

The third option would be that Coulson is telling the truth.

That a streetwise tabloid newspaper editor didn’t know of the methods employed by his ‘investigators’.

Quiet at the back!

As the bard might have said:

Draw the blinds and tiptoe roon
The PM’s in an awfy stoon
He’s gret frae morn tae afternoon
an canna feed
He thinks that Andy hired these men
Their methods o which he had no ken
I wunner if the country’s PM
is aff his heid?

Could Coulson be a fibber forsooth?
A smert ersed sharp mendacious youth?
Do lies come bubblin’ oot his mooth?
An folk take heed?
Smarter chiels he tends to rile
They’ve sussed him by a country mile
A court case maybe an’ then a trial?
How would he plead?

He’d bang the table – ‘It wisnae me!’
‘Ah didna ken please set me free!’
‘Ah’m too important can’t you see?’
Is nae defence
Just like yon fibber Tommy S.
Could their truth economies fill Loch Ness?
They’ve got themsels in an awfy mess
Wi egos immense

Bigrabbie (aged 51 and (likes) a hauf)

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