Agnes's thoughts on our National bard.
Thur's wan aboot a moose, d'ye mind we done it at the schule? Goad that's no yisterdy cos thur wis this big lump - she made him read it oot - his name wis Rabbie Burns tae. Ah aye thocht thon wis rotten o his maw. Ah mean tae say she cud o caad him Jim or Wull or Shoo or ony bliddy thing. But Rab? Ye canny dae thon tae a wean. Like Jeannie Gow that caad her bairn Clunt jist efter seein him at the picters like. Fistfu o sweet F A atween her lugs. Whit else? Wis Auld Lang Syne no wan o his? An Scoatish sodger - naw, thon's Andy Stewart. He's deid an aa. Ach weel, the best laid schemes . . .