He crossed the line, with words sublime,
He dared to share his dreams,
With thoughts of roses, and stuck up noses,
And lives ripped and torn at the seams.
Whether ballad or verse, or traditional address,
His thoughts in Scots laid bare,
From political banter, to Tam O’ Shanter,
Every word set down with due care.
Through his highs and his lows, through the tales of his woes,
He whiled away the hours,
To the reader he shared, to the reader who cared,
Such words can have meaning and power.
He pushed life to the brink, with his love of the drink,
And we were lost in his flights of fancy,
He loved to live, and lived to love,
Sending Ae fond kiss to Nancy.
From the famous lines of Auld Lang Syne,
All over the world renowned,
To that wee sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
Whose panic we all felt rebound.
To the man whose inspiration, fired the nation,
To look at the equality of men,
I take up a dram, to that well kent man,
Again and again and again