Put Butter In My Donald’s Brose

Ⓖ THIS IS PUBLISHED IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM AND CONTAINS VERY STRONG LANGUAGE

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Put butter in my Donald's brose,
For weel dis Donald fa' that;
I loe my Donald's tartans weel
His naked erse an a' that.

For a' that, an a' that,
An twice as meikle's a' that,
The lassie gat a skelpit doup,
But wan the day for a' that.

For Donald swore a solemn aith,
By his first hairy gravat!
That he wad fecht the battle there,
An stick the lass, an a' that.

His hairy ballocks, side an wide,
Hang like a beggar's wallet;
A pentle like a roarin-pin,
She nichered when she saw that!!!

Then she turned up her hairy cunt,
An she bade Donald claw that;
The deevil's dizzen Donald drew,
An Donald gied her a' that.

For a' that, an a' that,
An twice as meikle's a' that,
The lassie gat a skelpit doup,
But wan the day for a' that.