Passed off my poem yesterday. Whew!! And, yes, I had to sing it to get it all. Wanna hear it sung? I thought you did. Sorry, I'm not putting up a recording of me singing it--Robert Burns deserves better than that. Here's "Old Blind Dogs" (a great group out of Scotland) singing last week's poem, A Man's a Man for A' That or Is There for Honest Poverty (it's known by both titles) to its traditional folk tune (and after they get through the lyrics, listen to them totally rocking the bagpipes!!):
And, for those of you who read the whole "Is Scots a language or a dialect of English" thing in last Monday's post and were all like "Dude. That's not even that different from English. It's totally not another language." listen to this--it's sung in Scots:
Okay. Back to poetry.
This week's selection is shorter than last because, quite frankly, I'm exhausted.
Here ya go:
If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
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