Willie Wastle by Robert Burns   Willie Wastle dwalls on Tweed, The spot they ca’ it Linkumdoddie; A creeshie wabster till his trade, Can steal a clue wi’ ony body: He has a wife that’s dour and din, Tinkler Madgie … Continue reading →

To a Mouse By Robert Burns Wee sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an chase thee, Wi’ murdering pattle! I’m truly … Continue reading →