For Burns Night: Til All the Drip Dries Up

For Burns Night, again this year, we remind you about this song: “Till All the Drip Dries Up (The Doctor’s Woeful, Skinny Spouse)“:

Till All the Drip Dries Up (The Doctor’s Woeful, Skinny Spouse)
by A.S. Kaswell (with apologies to Robert Burns)

(NOTE: this can be sung to the tune of “Auld Lang Syne“)

O, my love’s got a red, red nose
That’s never grown immune
To any sort of malady,
Especially in June.

You’ll soon get well, my boney lass.
Now please dilate your eye,
And I will give you drops, my Dear,
To help your nose go dry.

Till all the drip dries up, my Dear,
And all the swelling goes,
Relax — the likelihood is nil
That you will decompose.

Scottish Poet Robert Burns.

  • Aaron Foyer

    Dear Alice,
    Errr, shouldn’t that be ‘bonny’ lass?