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It's Burns Nicht 25th January

Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps; Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps. Bonnie Mary O' Argyle took a trip tae the Brig O' Doon, She took a dook oaf the parapet, ended up nearly bein' drooned! Wee sleakit, cooerin', timorous beastie, ye must think it a sin! Aw the lassies a' ever kent, wanted tae stab me wi' a pin. Blythe Hae a' Been on Yon Hill, where a Tippling Ballad ah Wrote; Gude Ale Keeps the Heart Aboon, when ye drink an awfy lote.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/7/2019 10:26:00 AM

fun poem in this dialect so strange for me. I could get most of it!!

Jan Allison

Date: 6/11/2017 11:28:00 AM

This sure made me smile Robert - I'm a burns night baby and this year for the first time ever I tried haggis:-) hugs jan xx

Robert Davidson
Date: 6/11/2017 12:04:00 PM

Hi Jan thanks for your comments. I was asked to write this for a friend as I usually host a Burns night. I sang My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose at his wedding a couple of years ago.