I thought I knew e'ery kind of sorrow, from mi brother Willie's death as a boy, tae tha' of mi Mum and Da. I endured the knowin' of the abuse of mi sister when I wasna strong enough tae fight tha' English off of her, and I've known the sorrow of the death of mi own bairn, before she had barely taken breath. Maybe I'm bein' selfish, but, none of
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