For Burns Night 2011: the Flower Banks of Cree



It is Burns Night. I chose a Burns poem that didn't require me to try to emulate (and therefore slaughter) a Scot's accent.

On a side note:  my great great grandmother apparently didn't speak a word of English when she met my great great grandfather in Canada cerca 1840.  She was born in Argyll.

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  1. I salute your Burns Night offering, sir, and counter-offer you this:

    http://honestaven.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-something-for-burns-night.html

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