When did his name suddenly change?
These little thing’s drive me insane.
Eroding, erasing, deleting, distorting,
are our memories being contorted?
His name was Rabbie when I was a child,
When through the braes we still ran wild.
A man of the people with a message to share,
Encouraging people simply to care.
His love was like a red, red rose,
As through the world his message grows
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
Inspired by him we never met.
But when his words rest on our ears,
Please remember the things he held dear.
No lords, no masters only brothers,
Reaching out and loving each other.
His name is Rabbie, he was a Scot,
And I’d hate to see that simply forgot.
We’ve never called our men Robbie,
As it sounds too much like the word jobby.
His name was Rabbie, remember him with kindness,
And don’t take part in the collective blindness.
No pomp and ceremony just raise a smile,
for the Scot whose words span the miles.
Happy Burns Day