PAISLEY POETS
Ye Paisley poets young an’ aul’
Rich an’ puir, short an’ tall,
Radical, Tory, or I.L.P.,
No matter what your creed may be,
You a’ hae got a special invite
To lift your pen a poem to write.
An’ tho’ you be a teetotal chap
It doesn’t matter a single rap;
If you can make a good sonnet,
A purse o’ guineas you may get.
But you maun watch your P’s an’Q’s,
Or the gowden prize you will lose.
Noo hurry up an’ come awa’,
A fortune awaits you at Barshaw.
