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| Edinburgh, Scotland |
| ''Then you, ye auld, snick-drawing dog! Ye cam to Paradise incog, An' played on a man a cursed brogue, (Black be your fa'!) An' gied the infant warld a shog, 'Maist ruined a'.'' | |||||||||||||
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet Happy Robbie Burns Day, kids! I'm not sure what this poem means but I had a good Scottish picture with a dog in it and this was his only poem mentioning a dog. Is he even talking about a dog? In 2008 I flew to Edinburgh and hiked across England coast to coast along the ruins of Emperor Hadrian's Wall. It was a grand trip but beginning and ending in Edinburgh was one of the highlights. I am a Cameron on my mother's side and it was good to be in a city with old connections. I trust my brother Bob is in his kilt celebrating with a generous share of whisky. | |||||||||||||

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