The scene of the crime. Haggis nae ower lang for this world... followed by the autopsy. Entrails dispatched.
Haggis, neeps and tatties. Hamely fare 😋
The scene of the crime. Haggis nae ower lang for this world... followed by the autopsy. Entrails dispatched.
Haggis, neeps and tatties. Hamely fare 😋
In 1881 the New York Times, reviewing Helen Kendrick Johnson’s OUR FAMILIAR SONGS & THOSE WHO MADE THEM, asserted that no song was “more glorious”, & that once Burns’s poem had been set to the tune of “Hey, Tuttie Tatie”, it “marched through the land forever, loud, & triumphant”
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#Scottish #literature #RoberBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #music
In 1881 the New York Times, reviewing Helen Kendrick Johnson’s OUR FAMILIAR SONGS & THOSE WHO MADE THEM, asserted that no song was “more glorious”, & that once Burns’s poem had been set to the tune of “Hey, Tuttie Tatie”, it “marched through the land forever, loud, & triumphant”
#Scottish #literature #RoberBurns #music
4/5
It was #RoberBurns birthday this week!
Have you heard the story about his ruined boots?
Well, here you go then.