A lion once rampant

With blue tongue and claw

Limps into the New Year

A thorn in his paw


His proud mane is matted

Hishide in tatters

War, it has raged on



A campaign so bitter

Stripped him ofhis pride

He hirpleshis way through

A nation divide


September saw battle

The two sides converged

Caught in the crossfire

Our lion emerged


To this January night

He comes bloodied and scarred

But let him find balm

In words ofour bard


Let us Jolly Beggars

Serve nourishing fare

Andhelp lift his legs

Just like Tam’s grey mare


Let’s feed him on haggis

Til earth will resound

Gie him guid Scotch drink

Til sorrows are drowned


Let potions from Hornbook

Help deep wounds restore

And Clarinda’s caress

Bring back his roar


As Auld Lang Syne’s chorus

Brings fortha new morn

A timorous beastie

Will pluck out the thorn