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"Welcome"
to the Scotch Curlers
Here's welcome to ye brither Scots,
We're glad to see ye in sic fettle,
We're proud to see sic worthy foes
Come a' this gate to try oor mettle.
Why speak of foes? 'tis surely nonsense,
Ye hanna ane in a' this land,
For every Scot wud like to hug ye,
Or, weel ! at least to shake your hand.
And many a weary mile ye've come,
Across this land o' snaw and ice,
But now ye're at your journeys end,
Ye've reached the Curlers' Paradise.
You'll maybe meet some auld kent faces,
And mony freends ye're sure to mak.
Oor airms are wide to gie ye welcome,
Oor ears to hear an auld world crack.
This Curlin' is a slippery bis-ness ;
And fate has played us pranks enow,
And maybe our maist trusted warriors
This week may meet their Waterloo.
To uphaud the honour o' Auld Scotland,
We feel assured that you will try,
We'd like to see ye lift a trophy,
Ye're pooches fill wi' jewelry.
But whether it be win or lose,
Whate'er the fortunes o' that day,
We're glad to have you here among us,
Ye're welcome as the flo'ers in May.
Ye're time is short, alas, ower short,
For what our hearts would like to dae,
But while ye're here we'll try to mak'
Ye wish to come some ither day.
Thomas Tod,
Russell, 29th Dec. 1911.
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