Robert Burns

[Boris]

Yeah, it's non-religious figures. One of the fun facts I taught my classes.

 

Nice one CL.

 

[2NaFish]

Think it meant real people

 

The Loch Ness Monster would probably top burns

 

 

 

You saying this guy wasnt real?

 

Yeah, it's non-religious figures. One of the fun facts I taught my classes.

 

Thought it might be tbh. Given that 2011 was a bad year for dictators and their statues being literally toppled i'd say that list sounds decent enough.

[Boris]

Think it meant real people

 

The Loch Ness Monster would probably top burns

 

Even including deities, can't say I can remember ever seeing a statue of Nessie.....

[Serge]

The Fornicator - read by John Sessions

[Felix Lighter]

I saw U.S band The Low Anthem at the Queens Hall about 18 months ago and was speaking to the singer at the after gig piss up.Got talking about John Steinbeck and I mentioned the 'Of Mice and Men' link and it turned out he'd never heard of Burns

He did seem to take a genuine interest when I mentioned Bob Dylan being a fan,so I like to think the drunken ramblings of yours truly,plus the fact I scrawled 'Ode to a mouse' on his arm with a biro, might have enlightened the boy.

[Gregory House M.D.]

Even including deities, can't say I can remember ever seeing a statue of Nessie.....

 

Sorry I was meaning more recognised had forgot the post had said Statues

[BigC]

Burns night coming up soon... I remember mentioning my we ode to Tam O'Shanter on this thread. Got it finished towards the tail end of last year so I thought I'd share it... Enjoy! (There may be a sweary or two.. apologies to the mods if any make it past the filter).

 

As teenage neds ride on the bus

Wi? ilka plukes across their puss

As Chelsea tractors sit and wait

Aboot the sonsie posh school gate

While noble men traipse hame fae toil

Wi clobber stained in engine oil

They ogle as they pass the nappy

But they?ve got tae keep their woman happy...

 

The workers pass a lonely hearse

As centuries turn, the roles reverse

Just like the honest gent inside

Man?s freedom?s on a one track ride

It?s time for maidens fair tae shine

Tae play the bingo, drink ilka wine

Get fou an roll back in at three

While the bairns sit on their faither?s knee

 

This truth fand honest Tam O?Toole

He?d picked his lad up fae the school

And took him hame tae watch the telly

While Kate went oot tae gaun get wellied

His boy was the apple o? his eye

His joy his pride, for him he?d die

Tam wis right proud, his son his glory

But his mother, that?s a different story!!!

E?er since the wean had come along

The passion and the spark was gone

Her beauty faded every year

Unlike her e?er expanding rear

Tam ne?er got too many chances

Tae enjoy the thrill o? Kate?s advances

When she was fou, she?d try it on

But by then Tam?s will was all but gone

 

So to our tale: A lonely night

Tam hame alone, the telly shite

Nae fitba? on, no? e?en darts

Just the smell of curry and wee Tam?s farts

His take away dish, stuffed in the bin

Kate could put a new bag in

If bingo?s where she wants to go

He?ll let the rubbish overflow

 

Then in the corner of his eye

A shinin? sleek we toy he spied

The lid still open, light still on

Surely nothing could go wrong

 

Silence flowed around the hoose

Tam quickly glowered at the moose

Wee sleekit cowerin? snazzy device

Keep well clear was Kate?s advice

But the internet?s a spider?s web

It grabs you at your lowest ebb

It drags you in wi? muckle force

And for any pleasure provides a source

Tam gave the tim?rous mouse a shoogle

And before he?d even opened google

He felt a stirring in his loins

And his fingers wandered to his groin

 

Oh Tam, what pleasures await inside

The web will take you for a ride

Whate?er your secret heart desires

The web will light a thousand fires

 

Tam started off wi? something light

Lesbians going out for the night

Walking past a random jogger

Chatting her up and trying to snog her

His heart was beating ilka fast

He didnae ken how long he?s last

So he minimised these ladies fair

His heart was set on something mair

 

His mind cast back to Halloween

His last one as a lonely teen

Invited to a student party

We lassies fair and ilka arty

A noble witch had caught his eye

And no matter how young Tam did try

He couldnae forget that cutty sark

As he wandered hame, long after dark

 

E?er since that night his heart was turned

And deep inside the passion burned

Not for lassies, fair and fine

But for girls wi? evil oan their mind

And what better way to relive that pleasure

Than by browsing websites at his leisure

He quickly typed in Halloween

And was fair bowled o?er by what he?d seen

Girls dressed like de?ils, a sullen witch

They hardly even wore a stitch

Zombie sluts, the walking dead

All doing things that can?t be said

Tam coudnae stand it any mair

He dropped his troosers oan the flair

But in his haste tae bash and pound

He didnae hear a janglin? sound

 

O? Tam, you?re in some trouble deep

You really should be fast asleep

Instead you?re dreamin? o? lassies fair

As Kate comes wanderin? up the stair

Through the hall to the living room door

She dropped her keys doon on the floor

She wandered in, switched on the light

And chanced upon a hideous sight

 

Luck wisnae on poor auld Tam?s side

The light on full, nae chance tae hide

The timing wisnae helpful too

As she wandered in, he fired his goo

He grabbed his loins with all his strength

But it wouldnae stay inside his length

He let it go and started squirtin?

All over Katie?s brand new curtains

 

Silence fell across the room

And Tam could sense impending doom

With Kate?s jaw still stuck to the floor

He bolted for the living room door

But Kate was closer and won the race

Her ample frame not leaving space

Tam had to stop and accept his fate

His chances weren?t looking great

 

His eyes looked up and met her stare

Would she be angry, would she care?

Tam got his answer fairly quick

As she gave his baws a muckle kick

 

Tam? doubled o?er and near? passed out

As Kate gave him a piercing shout

?Ya? filthy shite, ya? durty clart

Chuggin? o?er a dirty tart

Stop cryin? like a little lass

Or I?ll stick ma high heels up your arse

I can?t believe you ruined ma curtain

I hope your baws are really hurtin??

 

But by no means was the violence finished

And as poor Tam?s tiny ****** diminished

Shrivelled, yes, but not too small

For a well aimed handbag to the balls

As he lay there, bollocks almost deid

She cracked an ash tray o?er his heid

He slumped across the living room floor

So she jammed his fingers in the door

Then finally the coup de grace

She smashed his guitar across his face

She finally stormed off in the hump

Leavin? poor Tams willy, scarce a stump

 

With the violence finally at an end

She left his poor old ****** to mend

He thought it was over, he had no idea

That weekend, they were off to Ikea

?I want new curtain?s; guess who?s payin??

Was Kate?s brand new favourite saying

?An ashtray too, and a brand new rug

The last one?s covered in your blood?

 

So whene?er to ****, you are inclined

And dirty thoughts run in your mind

Check she?s no? comin? up the stair

And remember Kate and poor Tam?s mare.

[missed98]

Very good, i'm knicking that (ill copyright BigC).

 

Wee tale for you all and very much in line with the conversation above.

 

 

A few weeks back my father was boarding the bus after a few shandies at the golf club. Upon entering said bus, he found himself surrounded by young American ladies, whom he got chatting to. Apparently, they were on a poetry field trip around Europe. My father, naturally assumed they were in Scotland for a bit o Burns, but to his great shock and horror, they did not who he was (including the teacher).

 

My father took it upon himself to stand up on the bus and give them the first 3 verses of Tae a Moose. This was met with thunderous applause and a promise from the teacher that they would immediately go look him up and start learning about him.

[Budgie.]

Burns night coming up soon... I remember mentioning my we ode to Tam O'Shanter on this thread. Got it finished towards the tail end of last year so I thought I'd share it... Enjoy! (There may be a sweary or two.. apologies to the mods if any make it past the filter).

 

As teenage neds ride on the bus

Wi? ilka plukes across their puss

As Chelsea tractors sit and wait

Aboot the sonsie posh school gate

While noble men traipse hame fae toil

Wi clobber stained in engine oil

They ogle as they pass the nappy

But they?ve got tae keep their woman happy...

 

The workers pass a lonely hearse

As centuries turn, the roles reverse

Just like the honest gent inside

Man?s freedom?s on a one track ride

It?s time for maidens fair tae shine

Tae play the bingo, drink ilka wine

Get fou an roll back in at three

While the bairns sit on their faither?s knee

 

This truth fand honest Tam O?Toole

He?d picked his lad up fae the school

And took him hame tae watch the telly

While Kate went oot tae gaun get wellied

His boy was the apple o? his eye

His joy his pride, for him he?d die

Tam wis right proud, his son his glory

But his mother, that?s a different story!!!

E?er since the wean had come along

The passion and the spark was gone

Her beauty faded every year

Unlike her e?er expanding rear

Tam ne?er got too many chances

Tae enjoy the thrill o? Kate?s advances

When she was fou, she?d try it on

But by then Tam?s will was all but gone

 

So to our tale: A lonely night

Tam hame alone, the telly shite

Nae fitba? on, no? e?en darts

Just the smell of curry and wee Tam?s farts

His take away dish, stuffed in the bin

Kate could put a new bag in

If bingo?s where she wants to go

He?ll let the rubbish overflow

 

Then in the corner of his eye

A shinin? sleek we toy he spied

The lid still open, light still on

Surely nothing could go wrong

 

Silence flowed around the hoose

Tam quickly glowered at the moose

Wee sleekit cowerin? snazzy device

Keep well clear was Kate?s advice

But the internet?s a spider?s web

It grabs you at your lowest ebb

It drags you in wi? muckle force

And for any pleasure provides a source

Tam gave the tim?rous mouse a shoogle

And before he?d even opened google

He felt a stirring in his loins

And his fingers wandered to his groin

 

Oh Tam, what pleasures await inside

The web will take you for a ride

Whate?er your secret heart desires

The web will light a thousand fires

 

Tam started off wi? something light

Lesbians going out for the night

Walking past a random jogger

Chatting her up and trying to snog her

His heart was beating ilka fast

He didnae ken how long he?s last

So he minimised these ladies fair

His heart was set on something mair

 

His mind cast back to Halloween

His last one as a lonely teen

Invited to a student party

We lassies fair and ilka arty

A noble witch had caught his eye

And no matter how young Tam did try

He couldnae forget that cutty sark

As he wandered hame, long after dark

 

E?er since that night his heart was turned

And deep inside the passion burned

Not for lassies, fair and fine

But for girls wi? evil oan their mind

And what better way to relive that pleasure

Than by browsing websites at his leisure

He quickly typed in Halloween

And was fair bowled o?er by what he?d seen

Girls dressed like de?ils, a sullen witch

They hardly even wore a stitch

Zombie sluts, the walking dead

All doing things that can?t be said

Tam coudnae stand it any mair

He dropped his troosers oan the flair

But in his haste tae bash and pound

He didnae hear a janglin? sound

 

O? Tam, you?re in some trouble deep

You really should be fast asleep

Instead you?re dreamin? o? lassies fair

As Kate comes wanderin? up the stair

Through the hall to the living room door

She dropped her keys doon on the floor

She wandered in, switched on the light

And chanced upon a hideous sight

 

Luck wisnae on poor auld Tam?s side

The light on full, nae chance tae hide

The timing wisnae helpful too

As she wandered in, he fired his goo

He grabbed his loins with all his strength

But it wouldnae stay inside his length

He let it go and started squirtin?

All over Katie?s brand new curtains

 

Silence fell across the room

And Tam could sense impending doom

With Kate?s jaw still stuck to the floor

He bolted for the living room door

But Kate was closer and won the race

Her ample frame not leaving space

Tam had to stop and accept his fate

His chances weren?t looking great

 

His eyes looked up and met her stare

Would she be angry, would she care?

Tam got his answer fairly quick

As she gave his baws a muckle kick

 

Tam? doubled o?er and near? passed out

As Kate gave him a piercing shout

?Ya? filthy shite, ya? durty clart

Chuggin? o?er a dirty tart

Stop cryin? like a little lass

Or I?ll stick ma high heels up your arse

I can?t believe you ruined ma curtain

I hope your baws are really hurtin??

 

But by no means was the violence finished

And as poor Tam?s tiny ****** diminished

Shrivelled, yes, but not too small

For a well aimed handbag to the balls

As he lay there, bollocks almost deid

She cracked an ash tray o?er his heid

He slumped across the living room floor

So she jammed his fingers in the door

Then finally the coup de grace

She smashed his guitar across his face

She finally stormed off in the hump

Leavin? poor Tams willy, scarce a stump

 

With the violence finally at an end

She left his poor old ****** to mend

He thought it was over, he had no idea

That weekend, they were off to Ikea

?I want new curtain?s; guess who?s payin??

Was Kate?s brand new favourite saying

?An ashtray too, and a brand new rug

The last one?s covered in your blood?

 

So whene?er to ****, you are inclined

And dirty thoughts run in your mind

Check she?s no? comin? up the stair

And remember Kate and poor Tam?s mare.

 

[Norm]

Excellent work BigC.

 

Not only can the internet raise Tam's willy, it can raise a smile on my face too.

[Gregory House M.D.]

Outstanding

[Gizmo]

Excellent work. Get that sharing on FB man!

[willie wallace]

I was at the Burns museum in Alloway yesterday.Very impressive and learned a lot more about the man.Apparently liked to father a kid or 2 between writing best sellers.

[Sergio Garcia]

I was at the Burns museum in Alloway yesterday.Very impressive and learned a lot more about the man.Apparently liked to father a kid or 2 between writing best sellers.

 

I assume it was well known that Burns was a mad shagger who liked a drink or ten.

[Floyd]

 

 

I assume it was well known that Burns was a mad shagger who liked a drink or ten.

 

So in essence he is Leigh Griffiths but writes poetry and lived long ago??

[Sergio Garcia]

So in essence he is Leigh Griffiths but writes poetry and lived long ago??

 

Unsure on his views on people and whether they should go back to their own country but pretty much.

[Creepy Lurker]

IIRC, he once came very close to accepting an offer to help manage a slave plantation, so he definitely didn't think people should even be allowed to stay in their own country let alone be forced to go back there.

 

(Although this is true, I'm being facetious; his works indicate that he was very progressive in his views regarding social equality)

[Floyd]

 

 

Unsure on his views on people and whether they should go back to their own country but pretty much.

 

Cool, will refer to him as a non racist Leigh Griffin who wrote poems and lived years ago.

[2NaFish]

IIRC, he once came very close to accepting an offer to help manage a slave plantation, so he definitely didn't think people should even be allowed to stay in their own country let alone be forced to go back there.

 

(Although this is true, I'm being facetious; his works indicate that he was very progressive in his views regarding social equality)

it was as a bookkeeper, but more importantly it almost completely predates any abolitionist movement so for him to have an issue with slavery would've been highly improbable. added to this he was still a young man and his later works show an anti slavery and egalitarian view.

[Budgie.]

 

 

I assume it was well known that Burns was a mad shagger who liked a drink or ten.

 

Yep.

 

Had nine kids with his wife Jean and allegedly at least fourteen illegitimate children!

 

Even wrote a poem called something like "To my b4stard wean"

 

Had the fathers of all the bursd he knocked up chasing him and issuing writs. Part of the reason he wanted to move to Jamaica.

 

.

[BigC]

Excellent work. Get that sharing on FB man!

 

I put it on Facebook but no-one shared it.

 

 

Just a few likes and comments.

[BigC]

 

"Welcome to a ******* Wean"

 

Thou's welcome, wean! Mishanter fa' me

If thoughts of thee or yet thy mammie

Shall ever daunton me or awe me,

My sweet, wee lady,

Or if I blush when thou shalt call me

Tyta or daddie!

 

What though they call me fornicator

And tease my name in country clatter?

The more they talk, I'm known the better.

E'en let them clash!

An old wife's tongue's a feckless matter

To give one fash.

 

Welcome, my bonnie, sweet, wee daughter!

Though ye come here a wee unsought for

And though your coming I have fought for

Both church and choir,

Yet, by my faith, ye're not unwrought for --

That I shall swear!

 

Sweet fruit of many a merry dint,

My funny toil is no all tint.

Though thou came to the world asklent,

Which fools may scoff at,

In my last plack thy part's be in't

The better half of it.

 

Though I should be the worse bestead,

Thou's be as braw and bienly clad

And thy young years as nicely bred

With education

As any brat of wedlock's bed

In all thy station.

 

Wee image o' my bonnie Betty,

As fatherly I kiss and daut thee,

As dear and near my heart I set thee,

With as good will

As all the priests had seen me get thee

That's out o' Hell.

 

Gude grant that thou may ay inherit

Thy mother's looks and graceful merit

And thy poor, worthless daddie's spirit

Without his failins!

'Twill please me more to see thee heir it

Than stocket mailins.

 

And if thou be what I would have thee

An' take the counsel I shall give thee,

I'll never rue my trouble with thee --

The cost nor shame of it --

But be a loving father to thee

And brag the name of it.

 

[Creepy Lurker]

it was as a bookkeeper, but more importantly it almost completely predates any abolitionist movement so for him to have an issue with slavery would've been highly improbable. added to this he was still a young man and his later works show an anti slavery and egalitarian view.

 

Yes. Hence the bit about being facetious.

[BigC]

For the first time in a while I'm having Haggis on Burns night.

 

Any suggestions for how to cook it?

[Gershwin]

For the first time in a while I'm having Haggis on Burns night.

 

Any suggestions for how to cook it?

 

Are there not instructions on the wrapper? I tend to stick it in a roasting dish in about 2cm of water for just under 2 hours. I then add a little of the water to the haggis as I put it on a serving plate before seasoning with a little salt and pepper.

[Gorgiewave]

Burns night coming up soon... I remember mentioning my we ode to Tam O'Shanter on this thread. Got it finished towards the tail end of last year so I thought I'd share it... Enjoy! (There may be a sweary or two.. apologies to the mods if any make it past the filter).

 

As teenage neds ride on the bus

Wi? ilka plukes across their puss

As Chelsea tractors sit and wait

Aboot the sonsie posh school gate

While noble men traipse hame fae toil

Wi clobber stained in engine oil

They ogle as they pass the nappy

But they?ve got tae keep their woman happy...

 

The workers pass a lonely hearse

As centuries turn, the roles reverse

Just like the honest gent inside

Man?s freedom?s on a one track ride

It?s time for maidens fair tae shine

Tae play the bingo, drink ilka wine

Get fou an roll back in at three

While the bairns sit on their faither?s knee

 

This truth fand honest Tam O?Toole

He?d picked his lad up fae the school

And took him hame tae watch the telly

While Kate went oot tae gaun get wellied

His boy was the apple o? his eye

His joy his pride, for him he?d die

Tam wis right proud, his son his glory

But his mother, that?s a different story!!!

E?er since the wean had come along

The passion and the spark was gone

Her beauty faded every year

Unlike her e?er expanding rear

Tam ne?er got too many chances

Tae enjoy the thrill o? Kate?s advances

When she was fou, she?d try it on

But by then Tam?s will was all but gone

 

So to our tale: A lonely night

Tam hame alone, the telly shite

Nae fitba? on, no? e?en darts

Just the smell of curry and wee Tam?s farts

His take away dish, stuffed in the bin

Kate could put a new bag in

If bingo?s where she wants to go

He?ll let the rubbish overflow

 

Then in the corner of his eye

A shinin? sleek we toy he spied

The lid still open, light still on

Surely nothing could go wrong

 

Silence flowed around the hoose

Tam quickly glowered at the moose

Wee sleekit cowerin? snazzy device

Keep well clear was Kate?s advice

But the internet?s a spider?s web

It grabs you at your lowest ebb

It drags you in wi? muckle force

And for any pleasure provides a source

Tam gave the tim?rous mouse a shoogle

And before he?d even opened google

He felt a stirring in his loins

And his fingers wandered to his groin

 

Oh Tam, what pleasures await inside

The web will take you for a ride

Whate?er your secret heart desires

The web will light a thousand fires

 

Tam started off wi? something light

Lesbians going out for the night

Walking past a random jogger

Chatting her up and trying to snog her

His heart was beating ilka fast

He didnae ken how long he?s last

So he minimised these ladies fair

His heart was set on something mair

 

His mind cast back to Halloween

His last one as a lonely teen

Invited to a student party

We lassies fair and ilka arty

A noble witch had caught his eye

And no matter how young Tam did try

He couldnae forget that cutty sark

As he wandered hame, long after dark

 

E?er since that night his heart was turned

And deep inside the passion burned

Not for lassies, fair and fine

But for girls wi? evil oan their mind

And what better way to relive that pleasure

Than by browsing websites at his leisure

He quickly typed in Halloween

And was fair bowled o?er by what he?d seen

Girls dressed like de?ils, a sullen witch

They hardly even wore a stitch

Zombie sluts, the walking dead

All doing things that can?t be said

Tam coudnae stand it any mair

He dropped his troosers oan the flair

But in his haste tae bash and pound

He didnae hear a janglin? sound

 

O? Tam, you?re in some trouble deep

You really should be fast asleep

Instead you?re dreamin? o? lassies fair

As Kate comes wanderin? up the stair

Through the hall to the living room door

She dropped her keys doon on the floor

She wandered in, switched on the light

And chanced upon a hideous sight

 

Luck wisnae on poor auld Tam?s side

The light on full, nae chance tae hide

The timing wisnae helpful too

As she wandered in, he fired his goo

He grabbed his loins with all his strength

But it wouldnae stay inside his length

He let it go and started squirtin?

All over Katie?s brand new curtains

 

Silence fell across the room

And Tam could sense impending doom

With Kate?s jaw still stuck to the floor

He bolted for the living room door

But Kate was closer and won the race

Her ample frame not leaving space

Tam had to stop and accept his fate

His chances weren?t looking great

 

His eyes looked up and met her stare

Would she be angry, would she care?

Tam got his answer fairly quick

As she gave his baws a muckle kick

 

Tam? doubled o?er and near? passed out

As Kate gave him a piercing shout

?Ya? filthy shite, ya? durty clart

Chuggin? o?er a dirty tart

Stop cryin? like a little lass

Or I?ll stick ma high heels up your arse

I can?t believe you ruined ma curtain

I hope your baws are really hurtin??

 

But by no means was the violence finished

And as poor Tam?s tiny ****** diminished

Shrivelled, yes, but not too small

For a well aimed handbag to the balls

As he lay there, bollocks almost deid

She cracked an ash tray o?er his heid

He slumped across the living room floor

So she jammed his fingers in the door

Then finally the coup de grace

She smashed his guitar across his face

She finally stormed off in the hump

Leavin? poor Tams willy, scarce a stump

 

With the violence finally at an end

She left his poor old ****** to mend

He thought it was over, he had no idea

That weekend, they were off to Ikea

?I want new curtain?s; guess who?s payin??

Was Kate?s brand new favourite saying

?An ashtray too, and a brand new rug

The last one?s covered in your blood?

 

So whene?er to ****, you are inclined

And dirty thoughts run in your mind

Check she?s no? comin? up the stair

And remember Kate and poor Tam?s mare.

 

An absolute ******* gem.

[John Gentleman]

Some of his lesser-known works here (cannae get the hyperlink thingy tae work)........

 

http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Documents/merrymuses.PDF

 

ps: Oh, it did work.......and I only pasted URL into the body of the post!

[IronJambo]

 

Are there not instructions on the wrapper? I tend to stick it in a roasting dish in about 2cm of water for just under 2 hours. I then add a little of the water to the haggis as I put it on a serving plate before seasoning with a little salt and pepper.

 

I normally prefer to boil mine but the m&s stuff this year only has microwave and oven instructions. I'm feart it dries out. I could be done with the whole oven for my venison and deuchars pie as well.

 

Did you get your bucket of haggis? Your place is going to be like a soup kitchen the night. Are you donning a kilt to wind up the Englanders?

[Gershwin]

 

 

I normally prefer to boil mine but the m&s stuff this year only has microwave and oven instructions. I'm feart it dries out. I could be done with the whole oven for my venison and deuchars pie as well.

 

Did you get your bucket of haggis? Your place is going to be like a soup kitchen the night. Are you donning a kilt to wind up the Englanders?

 

Indeed. Ended up getting a load of your most hated brand in from Morrisons. Found a Chieftain haggis online that feeds 16 but it was ?30 plus delivery whereas the 4-5 person ones were ?5 in the supermarket.

 

Aye, it's going to be ridiculous. Got 30 folk coming now - a good mix of Scots, sassanachs and other assorted nationalities. And yes, the kilt is making an appearance.

[BigC]

 

 

Are there not instructions on the wrapper? I tend to stick it in a roasting dish in about 2cm of water for just under 2 hours. I then add a little of the water to the haggis as I put it on a serving plate before seasoning with a little salt and pepper.

 

I've still to buy it!

 

A mate of mine did a haggis pie once and served it like shepherd's pie, with the neeps and tatties on top. Might give that a bash!

[BigC]

Answering my own question here... This recipe looks good...

 

http://capableofcookery.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/haggis-pie.html?m=1

[Tazio]

Enjoy this. Burns doesn't have to be performed by folkies with a wooly jumper and their finger in their ear.

 

My late friend Mick.

 

[jambo89]

 

 

I put it on Facebook but no-one shared it.

 

 

Just a few likes and comments.

 

Could you not set up a separate page? I'm not great with Facebook but lots of companies have Facebook pages that you can like!

 

I would like to share that with my mates, it was awesome!

[BigC]

 

 

Could you not set up a separate page? I'm not great with Facebook but lots of companies have Facebook pages that you can like!

 

I would like to share that with my mates, it was awesome!

 

You have my permission to copy and paste it or you can link to my blog which also has it...

 

http://alocalsguidetothefringe.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/burns-night-is-coming-up-soon.html?m=1

[Don Draper]

Burns in 1792 (126 years before Scottish women got the vote in 1918):

 

"While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things,

The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings;

While quacks of State must each produce his plan,

And even children lisp the Rights of Man;

Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,

The Rights of Woman merit some attention."

[billco98]

Enjoy this. Burns doesn't have to be performed by folkies with a wooly jumper and their finger in their ear.

 

My late friend Mick.

 

 

Thanks for that Taz. That's my favourite version of 'Green Grow the Rashes o'' - superb. Rabbie would have loved it.

 

RIP Mick.

[micole]

For the first time in a while I'm having Haggis on Burns night.

 

Any suggestions for how to cook it?

 

You need to catch it first

[billco98]

One of my favourite Burns songs:-

 

Here's Dick Gaughan's rendition.

 

 

 

A song Composed in August: Robert Burns (written when he was 16 years of age)

 

Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns

Bring Autumn's pleasant weather;

The moorcock springs on whirring wings,

Amang the blooming heather:

Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,

Delights the weary farmer;

And the moon shines bright, as I rove at night,

To muse upon my charmer.

 

The partridge loves the fruitful fells,

The plover loves the mountains;

The woodcock haunts the lanely dells,

The soaring hern the fountains:

Thro' lofty groves, the cushat roves,

The path of man to shun it;

The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,

The spreading thorn the linnet.

 

Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,

The savage and the tender;

Some social join, and leagues combine,

Some solitary wander:

Avaunt, away! the cruel sway,

Tyrannic man's dominion;

The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,

The flutt'ring, gory pinion!

 

But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,

Thick flies the skimming swallow,

The sky is blue, the fields in view,

All fading-green and yellow:

Come let us stray our gladsome way,

And view the charms o' Nature;

The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,

And ev'ry happy creature.

 

We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,

Till the silent moon shines clearly;

I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,

Swear how I love thee dearly:

Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,

Not Autumn to the farmer,

So dear can be, as thou to me,

My fair, my lovely charmer!

[JamboX2]

My favourite burns poem is what I think Scotland should adopt as a national anthem;

 

Is there for honest Poverty,

that hings his head, an' a' that;

The Coward slave-we pass him by,

we dare by poor for a' that,

Fo a' that, an' a' that.

Our toils obscure an' a' that,

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,

The Man's the gowd for a' that.

 

What though on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that;

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;

A Man's a' Man for a' that,

Their tinsel show, an a' that;

The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,

Is king o' men for a' that.

 

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,

Wha struts, an' states, an' a' that;

Tho' hundreds worship at his word,

He's but a coof for a' that;

For a' that an' a' that,

His ribband, star an' a; that:

The man o' independent mind

He looks an' laughs at a' that.

 

A prince can mak a belted knight,

A marquis, duke, an a' that;

But an honest man's abon his might,

Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!

For a' that, an a' that,

Their dignities an' a' that;

The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,

Are higher rank than a' that.

 

Then let us pray that come it may,

As come it will for a' that,

That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,

Shall bear the gree, an' a' that,

For a' that, an' a' that,

That Man to Man, the world o'er,

Shall brothers be for a' that.

 

The song used to open our national parliament, it's what Scotland needs as it's anthem. Much more meaningful than Flower Of Scotland.

 

[Boris]

 

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,

Wha struts, an' states, an' a' that;

Tho' hundreds worship at his word,

He's but a coof for a' that;

For a' that an' a' that,

His ribband, star an' a; that:

The man o' independent mind

He looks an' laughs at a' that.

 

 

I was just about to quote this verse.

 

It resonates with me.

[Rabbie_Burns]

I was just about to quote this verse.

 

It resonates with me.

 

hear hear Boris, well said sir !

[billco98]

 

 

 

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,

Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;

Tho' hundreds worship at his word,

He's but a coof for a' that;

For a' that an' a' that,

His ribband, star an' a; that:

The man o' independent mind

He looks an' laughs at a' that.

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anYHBwOF2cY

 

Just a wee correction to the spelling.

[The White Cockade]

Robert Bruce?s March To Bannockburn

 

Scots, wha hae wi? Wallace bled,

Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,

Welcome tae your gory bed,

Or tae Victorie!

 

Now?s the day, and now?s the hour:

See the front o? battle lour,

See approach proud Edward?s power ?

Chains and Slaverie!

 

Wha will be a traitor knave?

Wha will fill a coward?s grave?

Wha sae base as be a slave?

Let him turn and flee!

 

Wha, for Scotland?s king and law,

Freedom?s sword will strongly draw,

Freeman stand, or Freeman fa?,

Let him on wi? me!

 

By Oppression?s woes and pains!

By your sons in servile chains!

We will drain our dearest veins,

But they shall be free!

 

Lay the proud usurpers low!

Tyrants fall in every foe!

Liberty?s in every blow! ?

Let us do or dee!

[Oxford City]

My favourite burns poem is what I think Scotland should adopt as a national anthem;

 

 

While I have a great deal of sympathy for this suggestion, bear in mind what Norman Buchan said to Dick Gaughan when he suggested 'The Freedom Come-All-Ye' would make a good Scottish anthem - that the best way to kill a good song would be to make it a national anthem.

 

Both those songs are 'international' rather than 'national'.