Personal History - by
for my son
/
/ O my heart is the unlucky heir of the ages
/ And my body is unwillingly the secret agent
/ Of my…
torture
The Abdication of Mary Queen of Scots - by
Tak ma croon, an dinna fash – / aa yon wis ower fur me lang syne.
Daith o Saint Andrew - by
The siller moonlicht straiks ower
/ this boorach o neds that jumped me,
/ hellbent oan ma daith. Ah feel the reek
/ o nicotine an…