Put Butter In My Donald’s Brose

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