...lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted — We had na'er been brokenhearted. — Robert Burns The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my...to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. — Robert Burns Whrn you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this...

...him. So I pulled the book of poems out of the bag, cracked it open and skimmed a few lines: "But oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae...and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary!" He had to be kidding. Drambuie. The Glenlivet. Tartan Ale. I plunked my contribution to Burns Night,...