Robert Burns – The Twa Dogs
Posted by tadhg on 04 Dec 2006 at 12:54 am | Tagged as: Podcasts
“The first I’ll name him, they ca’d him Caesar,… His locked, letter’d, braw brass collar, Shew’d him the gentleman ande scholar;…”.
“The tither was a ploughman’s collie, … And in his freaks had Luath ca’d him,…”
“I see how folk live that hae riches; but surely poor folk maun be wretches”.
“They’re no’ sae wretched’s ane wad think, though constantly on poortith’s brink:…”.
“Or down Italian vista startles, whore-mongering amang groves of myrtles;…. love-gifts of Carnival signoras.”.
“That when nae real ills perplex them, they make enow themselves to vex them,….”.
“Rejoiced they werena men but dogs;…”.
