Robert Burns' To A Mouse presented by David Sibbald of www.robertburns.plus.com from his CD "The Greatest Poems in the World." set to photos of Scotland and edited by Peggy Edwards (AKA Peigi McCann). To A Mouse. On turning her up in her nest with the plough, November 1785. Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty Wi bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murdering pattle. I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth born companion An' fellow mortal! I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request; I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, An' never miss't. Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin! It's silly wa's the win's are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's win's ensuin, Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld. But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men <b>...</b>

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Written by Burns as a tribute to King Robert the Bruce and William Wallace; two of his heroes, and indeed the whole Scottish Nation. This is Bruce's call to his men before the start of the Battle of Bannockburn in 1314. Set to the tune "Hey Tuttie Tatie" an age old marching tune from medieval times. Sung regularly at Burns Suppers and many other gatherings of Scots across the world. I have tried to give it some dignity here. Now available as download and CD at CD Baby. Search for Kev Thompson Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour: See the front o' battle lour, See approach proud Edward's power - Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha will fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? - Let him turn, and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and Law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains, By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or dee! This is NOT the punk version which you will find elsewhere.....

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For Halloween, the classic poem Tam O'Shanter by Robert Burns. It's in old Scot's dialect. You can read it, and a plain-English translation here www.robertburns.org.uk Obviously, I did not recite this from memory. Maybe one day. Some of the cadences and pronunciations are wide of the mark. I did this for my own amusement. There are videos of far superior recitals on YouTube, like these.... www.youtube.com www.youtube.com

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Documentary on the Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759 - 1796).

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This is a poem that Robert Burns wrote. My dad and I really like it, but it was kinda hard to understand with the Scots spelling and phrases in it. So, I took it, and modified it into more understandable English. (I'll add the rest of the English lyrics later) For anyone who is interested, the link below this line is a site all about Robert Burns: www.robertburns.org That specific link will send you to a page with the track listing and the names of all the singers of all 12 albums Landmark recording has released about Burns, all 368 of his songs. This song was taken from Volume 2, so you can scroll down to there if you want to. The song tells about how a soldier is returning home from a war, and meeting up with his old girlfriend. He changes his voice to trick her, and she soon realizes it's him. Below are the lyrics in both the original Scots-English and, as mentioned above, a modified version set to normal English that my father and I came up with. English lyrics will be in brackets, (like this). When wild war's deadly blast was blown, (When wild war's deadly blast was blown,) And gentle Peace returning. (And gentle Peace returning.) Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, (With many a sweet babe fatherless,) And mony a widow mourning, (And many a widow mourning,) I left the lines and tented field, (I left the lines and tented field,) Where lang I'd been a lodger; (Where long I'd been a lodger;) My humble knapsack a' my wealth, (My humble knapsack all my wealth,) A poor and <b>...</b>

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A Man's a Man for A' That by Robert Burns 1795 read by David Rintoul rnaudioproductions for www.ipodity.com www.allcast.co.uk Is there for honest poverty That hings his head, an a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by - We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an a' that! Our toils obscure, an a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodding grey, an a' that? Gie fools their skills, and knaves their wine - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, an a' that, Their tinsel show, an a' that, The honest man, tho e'er sae poor, Is king o men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'd 'a lord,' Wha struts, an stares, an a' that? Tho hundreds worship at his word, He's but a cuif for a' that. For a' that, an a' that, His ribband, star, an a' that, The man o independent mind, He looks an laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an a' that! But an honest man's aboon his might - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, an a' that, Their dignities, an a' that, The pith o sense an pride o worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may (As come it will for a' that), That Sense and Worth o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree an a' that. For a' that, an a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That man to man, the world, o'er Shall brithers be for a' that. Audio created by Robert Nichol AudioProductions all rights reserved

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Ross and I again with Pete Clark on fiddle. One of the greatest love songs ever written. This is for Nancy or Agnes McLehose whom Burns met in Edinburgh: Clarinda to his Sylvander. A timeless classic. Now available as download and CD at CD Baby. Search for Kev Thompson Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met-or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae fareweeli alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

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Whigs were the forerunners of the Liberals and many blamed them for selling out Scotland's crown, identity and heritage. Now available as download and CD at CD Baby. Search for Kev Thompson Words as requested..... Awa', Whigs, Awa' Chorus Awa', Whigs, awa'! Awa', Whigs, awa'! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae guid at a'. 1. Our thristles flourish'd fresh and fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses; But Whigs cam like a frost in June, An' wither'd a' our posies. 2. Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust - Deil blin' them wi' the stoure o't, An' write their names in his black beuk, Wha gae the Whigs the power o't! 3. Our sad decay in church and state Surpasses my descriving. The Whigs cam o'er us for a curse, And we hae done wi' thriving. 4. Grim Vengeance lang has taen a nap, But we may see him waukin - Gude help the day when Royal heads Are hunted like a maukin!

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Equality and fraternity - still as needed today as it was then. Here I am helped out by Ross, my long time singing partner. The music is recorded so I have added some stills... Now available as download and CD at CD Baby. Search for Kev Thompson

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Burns wrote or collected many songs about the Jacobite Rebellion. This is unusual in that it is about the 'Old Pretender'. Not Bonnie Prince Charlie but his father James. The self styled James (VIII) and (III); son of the deposed James (II). He instigated the Rebellion in 1715 but it was ill-planned and ill led. This is a suitably sad song. 1. By yon castle wa' at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was grey, And as he was singing, the tears doon came: - 'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!' 2. 'The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars, We dare na weel say it, but we ken wha's to blame - 'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!' 3. 'My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, But now I greet round their green beds in the yard; It broke the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dame - 'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!' 4. 'Now life is a burden that bows me down, Sin I tint my bairnies, and he tint his crown; But till my last moments my words are the same - 'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!' For those interested in such information, this is played in D minor with a 'dropped D' tuning ie the lower E is re-tuned to low D

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lionel mcclelland recites the famous robert burns poem..

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Buy the Limited Edition 250th Anniversary REGION FREE DVD (plays worldwide) for £9.99 at www.robertburnslive.co.uk Watch Scotland's top Robert Burns impersonator Chris Tait perform Robert Burns' greatest works! Filmed inside the original Burns Cottage in Alloway, Scotland, Robert Burns performs his finest poems including To a Mouse, the Address to the Haggis and Tam O' Shanter!

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Written by Burns when living in Dumfries. Like many other songs he wrote this for 'Chloris' - one Jean Lorimer - a young lass with whom he became involved. It is one of his lesser-known gems but I like it, as does my wife so this one is for her. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks - Wilt thou be my dearie, O? 1. Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a' is young and sweet like thee, O, wilt thou share its joys wi' me, And say thou'lt be my dearie, O? 2. The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn, The wanton lambs at early morn Shall welcome thee, my dearie, O. 3. And when the welcome simmer shower Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower, We'll to the breathing woodbine-bower At sultry noon, my dearie, O. 4. When Cynthia lights wi' silver ray The weary shearer's hameward way, Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, And talk o' love, my dearie, O. 5. And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest, Enclasped to my faithfu' breast, I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.

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Tam o' Shanter - by Robert Burns ,studio production Robert Nichol RNaudioproductions London. Tam o' Shanter is considered to be one of Robert Burns' finest poems. It was written in 1790, and at about six A4 pages is one of his longest. The poem, first published in 1791, uses a mixture of Scots and English. Many consider it one of the best examples of the narrative poem in modern European literature. It tells the story of a man who stayed too long at a public house and witnessed a disturbing vision on his way home. Tam o' Shanter (Original) When chapmen billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors meet, As market days are wearing late, An' folk begin to tak the gate; While we sit bousing at the nappy, And getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky sullen dame. Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses For honest men and bonie lasses.) O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder, wi' the miller, Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; That every naig was ca'd a shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; That <b>...</b>

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Burns collected the chorus of this and sent it to Thomson for the Musical Museum, but it was first published in 1806, after Burns death. Will ye gang to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, Will ye gang to the Hielands wi' me? Will ye gang to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, My pride and my darling to be. Oh to gang tae the Hielands wi you sir, I dinna ken how that may be For ken I the land that you live in Nor ken I the lad I'm going wi Oh Leezie lass ye maun ken little if say ye dinna ken me For my name is Lord Ronald MacDonald I'm a chieftain o high defree She has kilted her coats o green satin She has kilted them up tae the knee And she's off wi Lord Ronald MacDonal His bride and his darlin to be.

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in 1787 Burns was on tour. He stood near the Falls at Moness on the 30th August and composed this lovely song. The chorus is based on a traditional Aberdeenshire ballad call 'Birks of Abergeldie'

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From Madelaine's new CD "Away To The Westward" www.madelainecave.com "Auld Lang Syne" sung to the original tune which Burns sent to his publisher. Loretta Lynn Layman kindly gave permission to use some of her photographs (see more at www.scotlandinmay.house-of-lynn.com), and others are by Madelaine & Bob Cave.

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One of the few songs Burns wrote when in Edinburgh. Willie Dunbar - the hero of the song - was the self-styled Colonel, and leader of the Crochallan Fencibles - the male only drinking club that Robert belonged to. Burns wrote and/or collected many of his "Merry Muses of Caledonia" for this group of men. The Fencibles died out shortly after Burns death but....the 2nd Battalion was reformed a few years ago in Edinburgh near where I live and I am delighted to say I was invited to join this group of stalwarts earlier this year. I am joined here by Pete Clark on Fiddle... I have collected lots of photos of Burns statues - from all over and they are here in the video. If you want to try and identify them Google Bowhill People's Burns Club and try the quiz! Now available as download and CD at CD Baby. Search for Kev Thompson

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Talk Not of Love - One of the lesser-known Robert Burns Songs, the lyrics have a timeless quality.The words was originally written by Robert Burns mistress Clarinda (Agnes McLehose ) to him. Talk not of love, it gives me pain, For love has been my foe; He bound me with an iron chain, And plunged me deep in woe. But friendship's pure and lasting joys, My heart was formed to prove; There, welcome win and wear the prize, But never talk of love. Your friendship much can make me blest, Oh, why that bliss destroy Why urge the only one request You know I will deny Talk not of love, it gives me pain, For love has been my foe; He bound me with an iron chain, And plunged me deep in woe. Your thought, if love must harbour there, Conceal it in that thought; Nor cause me from my bosom tear The very friend I sought." Your friendship much can make be blest, Oh, why that bliss destroy Why urge the only one request You know I will deny Talk not of love, it gives me pain, For love has been my foe; He bound me with an iron chain, And plunged me deep in woe. But friendship's pure and lasting joys, My heart was formed to prove; There, welcome win and wear the prize, But never talk of love. There, welcome win and wear the prize, But never talk of love.

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Just in time for Valentine's Day: the poem "A Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns (1759-1796), together with the traditional folk song setting of the poem and romantic art by Katerina Koukiotis. These and other artworks by Katerina Koukiotis are available at www.katerinaart.com . 0 Wild Rose 0:21 So This Is Love 0:35 The Lovely Rose 0:49 My Valentine Rose 1:02 Dreaming Of You 1:16 Ghost Of A Rose 1:34 Forever Mine 1:48 The Locket The text of the poem is: O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

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Robert Burns, affectionately known as Rabbie Burns, is regarded as one of the most famous Scots for his poetry and songs. Throughout the world, Burns Night Suppers are held on or near the day of his birthday, January 25th. Burns Suppers, such as the one held in Bakersfield for the past 37 years, consist of eating haggis, the recitation of Burns' poetry, and, of course, the tasting of Scotch whisky. You do not have to be a Scot to enjoy the food, the poetry, and the whisky. For more information about our Rabbie Burns Supper, please visit www.kernscot.com

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On Seeing One On A Lady's Bonnet At Church. Written late in 1785. This one is a special request for Wigtown Primary School! The Lunardi mentioned was a fashionable hat for the ladies. Named after Vincenzo Lunardi who made several balloon flights in Scotland during that year. As he often did Burns manages to change this from simple observation of the louse to one of mankind, with the last verse. Another line often misquoted: "Oh wad some power the gift tae gie us, tae see ourselves as others see us. It wad frae mony a blunder free us and foolish notion"

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Robert Burns and African Americans were both slaves. Yet both Burns and the African Americans had differing experiences. Both Burns and African Americans felt the common toil for the profit and gain of others. Produced by Graham Duncan, Dundee, Scotland An Anti-Slavery Ballad by Robert Burns -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Robert Burns 'The Slave's Lament—' (1792) It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall For the lands of Virginia-ginia O; Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more, And alas! I am weary, weary O! Torn from &c. All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost, Like the lands of Virginia-ginia O; There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, And alas! I am weary, weary O! There streams &c. The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear, In the lands of Virginia-ginia O; And I think on friends most dear with the bitter, bitter tear, And Alas! I am weary, weary O! And I think &c. Martin Luther King on a African-American President 'within 40 years' news.bbc.co.uk 'Angelou on Burns' by Maya Angelou Links her discovery of Burns and the influence on her relationships with King and Malcolm X. The role of freedom - www.tayloredproductions.com

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Robert Burns poem Address to a Haggis, read by John Cairney Music by Albannach Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut you up wi' ready sleight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like ony ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent lyke drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, "Bethankit!" 'hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him ower his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro' bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread. Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll mak it whissle; An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned, Like taps o' thrissle. Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o' fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if <b>...</b>

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This is a choir version of the old Scottish favourite "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns. The music for this version was composed by Bill Douglas. It is from his CD "Songs of Earth and Sky".

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A beautiful version of Burns' love song, originally released on Dougie MacLean's "Indigenous" album

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Robert Burns (last 2 verses by Jim McLean) Chorus; O, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar O, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car, Or walk by my side, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money; I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly; But say that thou'lt hae me for better or waur, And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar. Chorus I offer you nothing of silver or land, What man can determine the price of your hand But g'in your consent we'd be richer by far Oh walk by me side sweet Tibbie Dunbar Chorus Oh wilt thou become a poor beggars lady To sleep in the heather rolled up in my plaidie The sky for a roof and your candle a star my love for your fire sweet Tibbie Dunbar.. Chorus.

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Galen Behr And Robert Burns - Till We Meet Again *NOTE* I WILL NOT provide any of my songs available for download. If you like the song, just hop by your local record store sometime. Also, these are NOT the original music video's.

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One of Burns' finest songs, posted to mark the 250th anniversary of his birth...

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To a Louse Robert Burns (On seeing a louse on a lady's bonnet at church!) Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! Your impudence protects you sairly: I canna say but ye strunt rarely Owre gauze and lace; Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely On sic a place. Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested, shunned by saunt an' sinner, How daur ye set your fit upon her, Sae fine a lady! Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner, On some poor body. Swith, in some beggar's haffet squattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle Wi' ither kindred, jumpin cattle, In shoals and nations; Whare horn or bane ne'er daur unsettle Your thick plantations. Now haud ye there, ye're out o' sight, Below the fatt'rels, snug an' tight; Na faith ye yet! ye'll no be right Till ye've got on it, The vera tapmost, towering height O' Miss's bonnet. My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out, As plump an' grey as onie grozet: O for some rank, mercurial rozet, Or fell, red smeddum, I'd gie ye sic a hearty dose o't, Wad dress your droddum! I wad na been surprised to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy; Or aiblins some bit duddie boy, On's wyliecoat; But Miss's fine Lunardi!—fie! How daur ye do't? O Jenny, dinna toss your head, An' set your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed The blastie's makin! Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread, Are notice takin! O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us An' foolish notion: What airs in <b>...</b>

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From Madelaine's new CD "Away To The Westward" - Robert Burns "The Silver Tassie" also known as "My Bonnie Mary", with photos of Scotland. www.madelainecave.com

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