Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the West,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lassie I lo.e the best.
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And monie a hill's between:
But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever wi' my Jean
I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair;
I hear her in the tunefu' birds,
I hear her charm the air;
There's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green;
There's not a bonnie bird that sings,
But minds me of my Jean.
Camera Obscura - My Bonnie Jean

Worth the wait Drew
ReplyDeleteWe had haggis for tea, coincidentally, on Burns night. Saw it in Aldi and dropped it in the trolley. Very nice it was too.
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