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	<title>Robert Burns Podcasts</title>
	<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com</link>
	<description>Readings of poetry by the scottish poet Robbie Burns including: 
Tam O shanter,
The Twa Dogs,
Epistle to John Rankine,
The Inventory,
The Ordination,
To the noble Duke of Athole,
To the Same ( John Lapraik),
Tribute by Longfellow,
Scotch Drink,
Verses on the destruction of the woods near Drumlanrig,
Address of Beelzebub,
Halloween,
Libertie - A Vision,
A Dream,
The Holy Fair,
Tam O Shanter,
The Auld Farmer's New-Year morning.</description>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; To James Smith</title>
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2008/02/27/robert-burns-to-james-smith/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; To a mouse,&#8230;November, 1785</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;m truly sorry man&#8217;s dominion
Has broken Nature&#8217;s social union,
&#8230;
The best laid schemes o&#8217; mice an&#8217; men
 Gang aft a-gley&#8217;
An&#8217; lea&#8217;e us nought but grief an&#8217; pain
For promis&#8217;d joy.&#8217;
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2008/02/10/robert-burns-to-a-mousenovember-1785/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Elegy on capt. Matthew Henderson.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Robbie Burns mourns the passing of his good friend:
&#8216;O Henderson! the man! the brother!
And art thou gone and gone for ever?
And hast thou crost the unknown river,
Life&#8217;s dreary bound?
Like thee, where shall i find another,
The world around?&#8217;
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2008/01/31/robert-burns-elegy-on-capt-matthew-henderson/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Letter to James Tennant</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;To grant a heart is fairly civil,
But to grant a maidenhead&#8217;s the devil&#8230;.
But, first before you see heav&#8217;n&#8217;s glory,
May ye get mony a merry story,
Mony a laugh and mony a drink,
An&#8217; aye enough o&#8217; needfu&#8217; clink.&#8217;
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2008/01/17/robert-burns-letter-to-james-tennant/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Nature&#8217;s Law</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I sing his name and nobler fame,
Wha multiplies our number.&#8221;
&#8220;King Nature&#8217;s care had given his share,
Large, of the flaming current;
And, all devout, he never sought
To stem the sacred torrent.&#8221;
&#8220;Long may she stand to prop the land,
The flow&#8217;r of ancient nations;&#8230;&#8221;
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2007/09/25/robert-burns-natures-law/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Answer to a trimming epistle received from a tailor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A furnicator-loun he call&#8217;d me&#8230;.
Geld you ! quo&#8217; he, and whatfor no&#8217;?&#8230;
To cut it aff &#8211; an&#8217; whatfor no&#8217;?&#8230;
Na. na quo&#8217; I, &#8216;I&#8217;m no&#8217; for that,&#8230;
When next wi&#8217; yon lass I foregather,
I&#8217;ll frankly gie her &#8216;t a&#8217; thegither,
An&#8217; let her guide it.&#8217; &#8220;
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2007/09/18/robert-burns-answer-to-a-trimming-epistle-received-from-a-tailor/</link>
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		<title>Robert burns &#8211; ON Creech the bookseller</title>
		<description><![CDATA[O Willie was a witty wight&#8230;
Her darling bird that she lo&#8217;es best -
Willie&#8217;s awa!&#8230;
Poor Burns e&#8217;en Scotch drink canna quicken,&#8230; Willie&#8217;s awa!
May never wicked men bamboozle him!
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2007/09/12/robert-burns-on-creech-the-bookseller/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; The Auld Farmer&#8217;s New-Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A Guid New-Year I wish thee, Maggie!&#8221;
&#8220;It&#8217;s now some nine -an&#8217;-twenty year, sin thou was my guid-father&#8217;s meere;&#8230;.&#8221;
&#8220;That day ye pranc&#8217;d wi&#8217; muckle pride when ye bore home my bonnie bride;&#8230;.&#8221;
&#8220;Many a sair darg we twa hae wrought, an&#8217; wi&#8217; the weary warl&#8217; fought! An&#8217; mony an anxious day I thought we would be beat! [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/12/22/robert-burns-the-auld-farmers-new-year-morning-salutation-to-his-auld-mare-maggie/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Death and Doctor Hornbook</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Some books are lies frae end to end, and some great lies were never penn&#8217;d&#8230;&#8230;.&#8221;.
&#8220;Its stature seem&#8217;d lang Scotch ells twa, the queerest shape that e&#8217;er I saw,&#8230;.&#8221;.
&#8220;&#8216;Sax thousand years are near-hand fled, sin&#8217; I was to the butchering bred;&#8230;&#8217;&#8221;.
&#8220;&#8216;Where I kill&#8217;d ane, a fair strae-death, by loss of blood or want o&#8217; breath, this [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/12/12/robert-burns-death-and-doctor-hornbook/</link>
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		<title>Technorati Profile</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Technorati Profile
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/12/10/technorati-profile/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; The Twa Dogs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The first I&#8217;ll name him, they ca&#8217;d him Caesar,&#8230; His locked, letter&#8217;d, braw brass collar, Shew&#8217;d him the gentleman ande scholar;&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;The tither was a ploughman&#8217;s collie, &#8230; And in his freaks had Luath ca&#8217;d him,&#8230;&#8221;
&#8220;I see how folk live that hae riches; but surely poor folk maun be wretches&#8221;.
&#8220;They&#8217;re no&#8217; sae wretched&#8217;s ane wad think, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/12/04/robert-burns-the-twa-dogs/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Epistle to John Rankine</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Think, wicked sinner, wha ye&#8217;re skaithing, it&#8217;s just the bue-gown badge an&#8217; claithing o&#8217; saunts;&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;I&#8217;ve sent you here some rhyming ware, a&#8217; that I bargain&#8217;d for an&#8217; mair;&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;It pits me aye as mad&#8217; s a hare; so I can rhyme nor write nae mair;&#8230;&#8221;.
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/23/robert-burns-epistle-to-john-rankine/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; The Inventory</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;But ance whan in my wooing pride I like a blockhead boost to ride, the wilfu&#8217; creature sae I pat to, &#8230;I play&#8217;d my fillie sic a shavie, she&#8217;s a&#8217; bedevil&#8217;d wi&#8217; the spavie.&#8221;.
I&#8217;ve nane in female servan&#8217; station, (Lord keep me aye frae a&#8217; temptation!) I ha&#8221;e nae wife, and that my bliss is,&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;Frae [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/16/robert-burns-the-inventory/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; The Ordination</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Mak haste an&#8217; turn king David owre, an&#8217; lilt wi&#8217; holy clangor;&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;There try his mettle on the creed, and bind him down, wi&#8217; caution that stipend is a carnel weed he takes but for the fashion;&#8230;&#8217;.
&#8220;Nae mair by Babel streams we&#8217;ll weep, to think upon our Zion;&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;There Learning, with his greekish face, grunts out some [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/15/robert-burns-the-ordination/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; To the noble Duke of Athole</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Let lofty firs, and ashes cool, my lowly banks o&#8217;erspread,&#8230;.&#8221;.
&#8220;And here, by sweet endearing stealth, shall meet the loving pair,&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;Last day I grat wi&#8217; spite and teen, as poet Burns came by, that to a bard I should be seen wi&#8217; half my channel dry;&#8230;
But had I in my glory been , he, kneeling, wad [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/12/robert-burns-to-the-noble-duke-of-athole/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; To the Same ( John Lapraik)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Sae I&#8217;ve begun to scrawl, but whether in rhyme, or prose, or baith thegither, or some hotch-potch that&#8217;s rightly neighter, let time mak proof;&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;Now comes the sax-an-twentieth simmer I&#8217;ve seen the bud upo&#8217; the timmer,&#8230; but yet, despite the kittle kimmer, I, Rob, am here&#8221;.
&#8220;Then may Lapraik and burns arise, to reach their native kindred [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/08/robert-burns-to-the-same-john-lapraik/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; poem by Longfellow &#8211; mp3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Longfellow wrote a poem in praise of Robbie Burns, about whom he says &#8220;He sings of love, whose flame illumes the darkness of lone cottage rooms&#8221;. He regrets &#8220;and then to die so young and leave unfinished what he might achieve!&#8221;; but thinks it better than to become &#8220;An old man in a country town, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/04/robert-burns-poem-by-longfellow-mp3/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; poem by Longfellow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Longfellow wrote a poem in praise of Robbie Burns, about whom he says &#8220;He sings of love, whose flame illumes the darkness of lone cottage rooms&#8221;. He regrets &#8220;and then to die so young and leave unfinished what he might achieve!&#8221;; but thinks it better than to become &#8220;An old man in a country town, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/04/robert-burns-poem-by-longfellow/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Scotch Drink</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;O thou my Muse! guid auld Scotch drink, inspire me, till I lisp an&#8217; wink, to sing thy name!&#8221;.
&#8220;It&#8217;s aye the cheapest lawyer&#8217;s fee to taste the barrel.&#8221;.
&#8220;O Whisky! soul o&#8217; plays an&#8217; pranks! accept a bardie&#8217;s gratefu&#8217; thanks!&#8221;
&#8220;Thae curst horse-leeches o&#8217; th&#8217; Excise, wha mak the whisky stells their prize -&#8230;.&#8221;.
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/11/03/robert-burns-scotch-drink/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Verses on the destruction of the woods near Drumlanrig</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Ae smiling simmer-morn I stray&#8217;d,&#8230; When, from the eddying deep below, uprose the genius of the stream.&#8221;.
&#8220;There was a time, it&#8217;s nae lang syne, ye might hae seen me in my pride,&#8230;.&#8221;.
&#8220;Man! cruel man!&#8217; the genius sigh&#8217;d&#8230;. that reptile wears a ducal crown.&#8221;
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/10/31/robert-burns-verses-on-the-destruction-of-the-woods-near-drumlanrig/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Address of Beelzebub</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Poor dunghill sons of dirt and mire may to Patrician rights aspire!&#8221;
&#8220;Yet while they&#8217;re only poind&#8217;t and herriet, they&#8217;ll keep their stubborn Highland spirit;&#8230;&#8221;.
&#8220;Get out a horsewhip or a jowler, the langest thong, the fiercest growler,&#8230;.&#8221;.
&#8220;Go on, my lord! I lang to meet you, an&#8217; in my house at hame to greet you;&#8230;&#8221;
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/10/31/robert-burns-address-of-beelzebub/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Halloween</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Wi&#8217; merry sangs, an&#8217; friendly cracks, I wat they did na weary;&#8230;&#8230; They parted aff careerin&#8217; fu&#8217; blythe that night.&#8221;.
&#8220;Meg fain wad to the barn gane to winn three wechts o&#8217;naething;&#8230; In hopes to see Tam kipples that very night.&#8221;.
&#8220;But her tap-pickle maist was lost, when kiutlin&#8217; i&#8217; the fause-house wi&#8217; him that night.&#8221;.
&#8220;To burn [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/10/28/robert-burns-halloween/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Libertie &#8211; A Vision</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Where is man&#8217;s godlike form? Where is that brow erect and bold,&#8230;.&#8221;.
&#8220;Thee, Caledonia, thy wild heaths among, thee, famed for martial deeds and heaven-taught song,&#8230;.where is that soul of Freedom fled?&#8221;.
&#8220;Is this the ancient Caledonian form, firm as the rock, resistless as the storm?&#8221;
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		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/10/27/robert-burns-libertie-a-vision/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; A Dream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;&#8216;Tis very true, my sovereign King, My skill may weel be doubted; but Facts are chiels that winna ding, an&#8217; downa be disputed&#8230;.&#8221;.
&#8220;Hail, Majesty most Excellent! While nobles strive to please ye, will ye accept a compliment a simple poet dies ye?&#8221;.
&#8220;Ye, lastly, bonnie blossoms a&#8217;, ye royal lasses dainty, heav&#8217;n mak you guid as [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/10/26/robert-burns-a-dream/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns  &#8211; The Holy Fair</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;O happy is that man an&#8217;  blest! Nae wonder that it pride him!  Wha&#8217;s ain dear lass, that he likes best, Come clinkin&#8217; down beside him!&#8221;
&#8220;Leeze me on drink! it gi&#8217;es us mair than either school or college:&#8230;&#8221;
&#8220;Wi&#8217; faith an&#8217; hope, an&#8217; love an&#8217; drink, they&#8217;re a&#8217; in famous tune for crack that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/10/25/robert-burns-the-holy-fair/</link>
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		<title>Robert Burns &#8211; Tam O&#8217; Shanter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“As Tammie glowr’d, amaz’d, and curious, the mirth and fun grew fast and furious,…”; “Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, a’ plump and strapping in their teens; their sarks, instead o’ creeshie flannel, been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!”. “But Tam kent what was what fu’ brawlie there was ae winsome wench wench and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.robertburns.farraige.com/2006/10/24/tam-o-shanter-by-robert-burns-narrated-by-tadhg/</link>
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