I have my parents to thank for my love of Burns, as well as being brought up in the heart of the Burns legend. This song finds the poet, let’s face it, feeling sorry for himself and complaining about why the birds and trees can be happy when he’s been dumped by his girlfriend. I experienced the same thing in fourth year on the very same banks of the Doon. So yes, I’ve suffered for my art. (Now it’s your turn, as the saying goes.)
I’ve been playing this for many years but only just got around to recording it with the help of Daniel Davis, who added the trumpet.
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