Burns night tonight

[catmandoo]

As its Burns night.

Tony Blair is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of
patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets one.
The patient replies:
"Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin race,
Aboon them a you take your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm,
As langs my airm."
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Blair is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient.
The patient responds:
"Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
So let the Lord be thankit."
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Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the PM moves on to the
next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
"We sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,
Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
Wi bickering brattle."
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Now seriously troubled, Blair turns to the accompanying doctor and asks
"What kind of facility is this? A mental ward?"
"No", replies the doctor.
"This is the serious Burns unit."

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The king sits in Dunfermline town ,
Drinking the blood red wine ,
O whare will I get a skeely skiper ,
to sail this new ship o' mine

O up an spak an eldern knight ,
sat at the king's right knee ,
Sir Patrick Spens is the est sailor ,
that ever sailed the sea

ANON

 

[Sgeir]

For a Killie boy?

Jamie, Come Try Me

Chorus.-Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me,
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.

If thou should ask my love,
Could I deny thee?
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me!
Jamie, come try me, &c.

If thou should kiss me, love,
Wha could espy thee?
If thou wad be my love,
Jamie, come try me!
Jamie, come try me.

Burns, 1789

Good version on CD by Eddi Reader

 

[catmandoo]

Re: For a Killie boy?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min' ?
Should auld acquantance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne

We twa hae rin about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd monie a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne

And here's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught
For auld lang syne .

And surely ye'll be your pint -stowp,
And surely I'll be mine ;
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne , my dear,
For auld lang syne ,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet ,
For auld lang syne


gowans = daisies , fit = foot , dine = dinner time , fiere = partner , guide- willie waught = friendly draught

 

[jimi]

Re: For a Killie boy?

Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts to stir an enormous wind

The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
stert workin like a gentle breeze
but soon the puddin wi the sauncie face
will have ye blawin all ower the place

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
a'bodys gonnae hae tae pay
Even if ye try to stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle

Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
tae try and stop the leakin air
Shify yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Prae tae God it doesnae reek

But aw yer efforts go assunder
oot it comes like a clap a thunder
Ricochets aroon the room
michty me! a sonic boom

Good God almighty it fairly reeks
Hope I huvnae [censored] ma breeks
tae the bog I better scurry
aw whit the hell, it's no ma worry

A'body roon aboot me chokin
wan or two are clearly bokin
I'll feel better for a while
Ah cannae help but raise a smile

Wis him ! I shout with accusin glower
alas too late, he's just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
A dinnae feel welcome any mair

Where e're ye go let yer wind gan ' free
sounds like just the job fur me
whit a fuss at rabbie's perty
ower the sake o' won wee ferty

 

[Rowana]

Thank You !

I wondered how long it would take for this one to appear ! !
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[Ohdrat]

its also Up Helly Aa

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Floats the ravan banner o'er us,
Round our Dragon Ship we stand,
Voices joined in gladsome chorus,
Raised aloft the flaming band.

Every guizer has a duty
When he joins the festive throng
Honour, freedom, love and beauty
In the feast, the dance, the song.

Worthy sons of Vikings make us,
Truth be our encircling fire
Shadowy visions backward take us
To the Sea-King's fun'ral pyre.

Bonds of Brotherhood inherit,
O'er strife the curtain draw;
Let our actions breathe the spirit
Of our grand Up-Helly-A

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[starboard]

For a Lancastrian living in Ayrshire married to a Highland Lassie....have just finished my meal of Haggis cooked in a good dose of "Glenmorangie"provided by my brother inlaw that works for that company from the Glenn of Tranquility.......never slipped up on a XTE or did any damage due lack of fenders.

Good luck to you i the Sunny south....I guess you need it!!

Paul.