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And because it's the day after I'll leave you with a lovely poem instead of the planned Q&A, because this my friends, is so much better. Enjoy the Robbie love.
I Love My Jean.
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
For there the bony Lassie lives,
The Lassie I lo'e best;
There's wild-woods grow, and rivers row,
And mony a hill 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 bony flower, that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,
There's not a bony bird that sings,
But minds me o' my Jean.
- Robert Burns
(January 25, 1759 – July 21, 1796)