Tartan Totty at the Tat Shop
When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
- 'Tam O'Shanter' Robert Burns
Outside a Tourist Tartan Tat shop on the Royal Mile.
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- Panasonic DMC-TZ3
- f/3.5
- 5mm
- 100
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