TO ALL YE SCOTS!!

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  1. ablaze

    ablaze lucky mum of one of each!

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    happy burns day!!!


    Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
    O, what panic's in thy breastie!
    Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
    Wi' bickering brattle!
    I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
    Wi' murd'ring pattle!

    I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
    Has broken Nature's social union,
    An' justifies that ill opinion,
    Which makes thee startle,
    At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
    An' fellow-mortal!

    I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
    What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
    A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request:
    I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
    An' never miss't!

    Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
    It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
    An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
    O' foggage green!
    An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
    Baith snell an' keen!

    Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast,
    An' weary Winter comin fast,
    An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
    Thou thought to dwell,
    Till crash! the cruel coulter past
    Out thro' thy cell.

    That wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
    Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
    Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
    But house or hald.
    To thole the Winter's sleety dribble,
    An' cranreuch cauld!

    But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
    In proving foresight may be vain:
    The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
    Gang aft agley,
    An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
    For promis'd joy!

    Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!
    The present only toucheth thee:
    But Och! I backward cast my e'e,
    On prospects drear!
    An' forward, tho' I canna see,
    I guess an' fear!
     
  2. ablaze

    ablaze lucky mum of one of each!

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    and.....

    to a haggis

    Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
    Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
    Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
    Painch, tripe, or thairm:
    Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
    As lang's my arm.

    The groaning trencher
    there ye fill,
    Your hurdies like a distant hill,
    Your pin wad help to mend a mill
    In time o need,
    While thro your pores the dews distil
    Like amber bead.

    His knife see rustic Labour dight,
    An cut you up wi ready slight,
    Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
    Like onie ditch;
    And then, O what a glorious sight,
    Warm-reekin, rich!

    Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
    Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
    Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
    Are bent like drums;
    The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
    'Bethankit' hums.

    Is there that owre his French ragout,
    Or olio that wad staw a sow,
    Or fricassee wad mak her spew
    Wi perfect scunner,
    Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
    On sic a dinner?

    Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
    As feckless as a wither'd rash,
    His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
    His nieve a nit;
    Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
    O how unfit!

    But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
    The trembling earth resounds his tread,
    Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
    He'll make it whissle;
    An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
    Like taps o thrissle.

    Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
    And dish them out their bill o fare,
    Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
    That jaups in luggies:
    But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
    Gie her a Haggis


    Address to a Haggis Translation!!!!


    Fair and full is your honest, jolly face,
    Great chieftain of the sausage race!
    Above them all you take your place,
    Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
    Well are you worthy of a grace
    As long as my arm.

    The groaning trencher there you fill,
    Your buttocks like a distant hill,
    Your pin would help to mend a mill
    In time of need,
    While through your pores the dews distill
    Like amber bead.

    His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
    And cut you up with ready slight,
    Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
    Like any ditch;
    And then, O what a glorious sight,
    Warm steaming, rich!

    Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
    Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,
    Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
    Are bent like drums;
    Then old head of the table, most like to burst,
    'The grace!' hums.

    Is there that over his French ragout,
    Or olio that would sicken a sow,
    Or fricassee would make her vomit
    With perfect disgust,
    Looks down with sneering, scornful view
    On such a dinner?

    Poor devil! see him over his trash,
    As feeble as a withered rush,
    His thin legs a good whip-lash,
    His fist a nut;
    Through bloody flood or field to dash,
    O how unfit.

    But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
    The trembling earth resounds his tread,
    Clap in his ample fist a blade,
    He'll make it whistle;
    And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off
    Like the heads of thistles.

    You powers, who make mankind your care,
    And dish them out their bill of fare,
    Old Scotland wants no watery stuff,
    That splashes in small wooden dishes;
    But if you wish her grateful prayer,
    Give her [Scotland] a Haggis!
     
  3. Tam

    Tam Mum of 2 - PG with No.3

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    Have a great night all who celebrate Burns night! :wink: :drunk:
     
  4. weestar21

    weestar21 Well-Known Member

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    Happy haggis nite :lol: :lol:

    im gutted i cant eat mine :cry: having shitty soup instead (the joys of being unwell :cry: )


    xxxxxxxxx
     
  5. KX

    KX Well-Known Member

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    Im cooking my haggis, tatties and turnip :D

    no feckin alcohol tho :D
     
  6. Iwantone!!!

    Iwantone!!! Well-Known Member

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    have a good night
     
  7. Arcanegirl

    Arcanegirl Bazinga!!

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    nae haggis here thanks!
     
  8. hypnorm

    hypnorm Well-Known Member

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    We will have ours tomorrow night!
    As hubby still out working!
     
  9. KX

    KX Well-Known Member

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    It was lovely. Thinking I will be letting off a few love puffs tonight in bed :sick:
     
  10. Arcanegirl

    Arcanegirl Bazinga!!

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    lovely :lol: (goes to find gas mask)
     
  11. Lauz_1601

    Lauz_1601 Well-Known Member

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    It was a busy night at work, (scottish restaurant) we had a piper in and someone reading the poetry (he was a young warrington lad with an excellent scottish accent -cheated!) The piper was brilliant he went around the restaurant with the haggis, but it was a horrible night coz I had so many tables including the big boss man testing us, so I was scared lol
     
  12. weestar21

    weestar21 Well-Known Member

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    bet you got loads of tips though lauz :lol: :lol: :lol:
     

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