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Debt ode by Burns to City’s ladies
SHE was the Edinburgh society beauty whose looks, sharp mind and gentle disposition would capture the wandering eye of Scotland’s roving national bard.
And even if she did have rotten, crooked teeth, clumsy, thick ankles and an eccentric father whose evolutionary theories linking man with primates were scoffed at long before Darwin was even born, she could still manage to bewitch and charm the ploughman poet Robert Burns. for more click here
