Well tonight my best beloved is coming round and preparing Haggis, neeps and tatties (early, as I have a meeting tonight). This is traditionally accompanied by some poet from the great man himself and though I am normally inclined to go for a bit of The mouse, I think the following is rather more appropriate:
Love for Love
Ithers seek they ken na what,
Features, carriage, and a' that;
Gie me love in her I court,
Love to love maks a' the sport.
Let love sparkle in her e'e;
Let her lo'e nae man but me;
That's the tocher-gude I prize,
There the luver's treasure lies.
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