It is Burns Night. I chose a Burns poem
that didn't require me to try to emulate (and therefore slaughter) a Scot's accent.On a side note: my great great grandmother apparently didn't speak a word of English when she met my great great grandfather in Canada cerca 1840. She was born in Argyll.
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI salute your Burns Night offering, sir, and counter-offer you this:
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