Wednesday, April 25, 2012

For Robert Burns

If words could sing like yours bold Rob

With wit like glittered waters

To kiss an auld grey Scottish day

And woo her wives and daughters



A man could be a prince with that

A plowman of all pastures

From high to low they'd come and glow

Sweet lassies, words departed.



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