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Our president about to stab the
beastie
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Our President with the Mayor of
Sel on his left
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O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reeking, rich! |
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Robbie Burns and Robbie our piper
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Prof. Bruton and Our Vice President |
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Our Patron Lord Malcolm Sinclair accepting a quaich
from our President |
