Jings, Crivvens, an’ Help Ma Boab
O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! wrote Robert Burns, on seeing a louse on a lady’s bonnet, in church in 1786. It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion: What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us, An’ ev’n devotion! Scots today are in […]