Address Tae Daddie Daddie,wha dought na ken me, Daddie,the De'il may tak ye, A' downa bide thy downa do in all my affairs. Are ye blate ? Are ye brankie 'n' braw ? Dae browster-wives haud thee in awe ? But 'n' ben huirs bow-haugh'd by life are all your comfort. Dinnae fash your thumb or bother yer bum Wi' me, Or ma kin Fremit frein' Hangit by houghmagandie that spewed forth me. J.A.MacLeod
Reason for writing:
My father left us when I was two years old. This is my way of ridding myself of some of my anger.
Birth sign: Not entered
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