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I mind o' the Ponnage Pule
On a shinin' mornin',
The saumon fishers
Nettin' the bonny brutes —
I' the slithery dark o' the boddom
O' Charon's Coble
Ae day I'll faddom my doots.

— Helen Cruickshank

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But where this passionate self will go,
God knows,
Who knows whence the lightning comes, and
whither it goes.

While I am not teetotal, a drunk woman I find revolting and Burns orgies detestable.

Octobiography (1976)

Criticism in Scotland, of books as well as plays, is often bedevilled because we all know each other too well. The clique can cast its chill over its rivals; the claque delude with false praise.

Octobiography (1976)

Sae smoor yersel', my man,
Pit oot yer licht,
Grey hair that's tow
To a lassie's lowe
Is an unco sicht.

I am not asked out to drinking parties and have never been in a Rose Street pub. I can't be a poet.

Octobiography (1976)

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