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While making an album of Robert Burns’ music and words, I travelled millions of miles in his company. I searched gravestones for his friends and his companions; I stood in the rain outside doorways he had stood in; I drank in bars he had drunk in; I marvelled at the beauty he saw from the hills of Galloway and the Heads of Ayr and I am convinced that I was directed by him in my choices for the album. The book of his work that I was collecting from continually opened, Harry Potter–like, at the page that contained the words of the poem ‘Willie Stewart’ until the day it magically fell open at a poem called ‘Polly Stewart’. Polly was Willie’s daughter and I decided to insert it into my version of Willie Stewart. After getting loads of praise for my album, I went back to Dumfries to visit Burns’ last home and found the lines to half the verses engraved on a back window in a hidden room. I felt his company once more. Thank you, Robert. I love you x Eddi Reader - Musician singer songwriter Text © Eddi Reader |
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| Lovely Polly Stewart | ||||||
The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa’s, May he whase arms shall fauld thy charms, Robert Burns
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| All images © Tricia Malley / Ross Gillespie broad daylight ltd. All texts © | ||||||