A Man’s A Man For A’ That – By Robert Burns – 1795 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 […]Read More
With Burns night only a few days away I thought I would share my favourite Burns work; Tam O’ Shanter: 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 […]Read More
