My Love Wears A Dress.......

LADIES, the only thing under there is a monster..........( If you do not get the Nessie reference, please, email me., I love the stupid.)


Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, Robden of Solway Firth, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard[1][2]) was a Scottish poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a "light" Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement, and after his death he became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism and socialism. A cultural icon in Scotland and among the Scottish Diaspora around the world, celebration of his life and work became almost a national charismatic cult during the 19th and 20th centuries, and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature. In 2009 he was voted by the Scottish public as being the Greatest Scot, through a vote run by Scottish television channel STV.

As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (the last day of the year), and Scots Wha Hae served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country. Other poems and songs of Burns that remain well-known across the world today include A Red, Red Rose; A Man's A Man for A' That; To a Louse; To a Mouse; The Battle of Sherramuir; Tam o' Shanter, and Ae Fond Kiss.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burns



Hi, I am Mary Kathleen. I am a member by birth of the clan of McDonald.Not the arches. And not the Campbell clan. Nope the Glencoes. Fuckers got all massacred and shit. Thankfully we are fertile bunch.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glencoe_Massacre

HOLLA!

I am married to a MacBain..AKA McBean. Or Bean. Like Alan Bean. Yeah ...him.
The astronaut. Our Tartan went to to the moon, but before that...It was some weird guys..

Ohhhhhhhh MacBeth.
Crap.

However, I bring you back to this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kzYaIphbzU