top of page
Featured Posts
Check back soon
Once posts are published, you’ll see them here.
Recent Posts


It is not known when the following fragment of a song was written by Robert Burns but it is thought that he probably had a tune in mind to accompany it before eventually abandoning the project.

“Her flowing locks, the raven's wing, Adown her neck and bosom hing;

How sweet unto that breast to cling, And round that neck entwine her!

Her lips are roses wat wi' dew, O' what a feast her bonie mou'!

Her cheeks a mair celestial hue, A crimson still diviner.”

Search By Tags
No tags yet.
Follow Us
  • Facebook Basic Square
  • Twitter Basic Square
  • Google+ Basic Square
bottom of page