In the month o' JanuaryLads run aroon' The cold winter scunners themDugs pull them tae the groon'Lasies play with their dugsSome greyhoobds mack thaim greetWummen carry shoppin' bagsWhich drag tae their feetFaithers work a' day langAn' hope when they get hameThey'll get a cup o' teaIt's awways the sameNoo ye ken whit January'sSo ye better a' watch oot
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