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Just logged on after being away for a couple of days. Arrived home tonight, soaking wet from torrential rain and high winds, trains delayed by flooding. Walked in to find a large plate of haggis, neaps and mashed tatties waiting for me on the table. Washed it down with half a bottle of red wine, planning to have a large "nippy sweety" a bit later on. What a life! :thumbs::D

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It's a little known fact that Rabbie Burns was once in a poetry competition with Wordsworth and Coleridge. All three were given unusual words around which they had to instantly compose a suitable poem.

 

Burns won the competition with his response to the word "Timbuktu", as follows -

 

 

 

Me and Tam tae Girvan went

We spied three lassies in a tent

We didn't quite know what to do

So I bucked one and Timbuktu. :D

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O' Sarnie man, ye addressed me weel,

Which so befits a hielan' chiel,

And tho' like you I'm far frae hame,

I sure achieved my share of fame.

 

I never thocht I'd see the day,

I'd grace a trencher doon this way,

In the brawest club in Sarnie toon,

Tho' mony a mile frae bonny Doon.

 

Once fit for only rustic table,

I now enjoy a five star label,

No longer classed as peasant grub

For now I grace the Sarnie table.

 

I'm sometimes scorned by snobbish folks,

And the butt of corny jokes,

Such folks and jokes are unco phony,

Now I'm acclaimed by Egon Ronay.

 

The Power who made mankind her care,

Set me above all other fare,

For Scotland's sake I'll keep this place,

An' aye be Chieftain of the pudden' race.

 

So to all you Braw Scots lads & lassies

That here tonight I see,

Uphold auld Scotias good fair name,

And from me - "Bon Appetite"

 

 

:lol::lol::lol:

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O' Sarnie man, ye addressed me weel,

Which so befits a hielan' chiel,

And tho' like you I'm far frae hame,

I sure achieved my share of fame.

 

I never thocht I'd see the day,

I'd grace a trencher doon this way,

In the brawest club in Sarnie toon,

Tho' mony a mile frae bonny Doon.

 

Once fit for only rustic table,

I now enjoy a five star label,

No longer classed as peasant grub

For now I grace the Sarnie table.

 

I'm sometimes scorned by snobbish folks,

And the butt of corny jokes,

Such folks and jokes are unco phony,

Now I'm acclaimed by Egon Ronay.

 

The Power who made mankind her care,

Set me above all other fare,

For Scotland's sake I'll keep this place,

An' aye be Chieftain of the pudden' race.

 

So to all you Braw Scots lads & lassies

That here tonight I see,

Uphold auld Scotias good fair name,

And from me - "Bon Appetite"

 

 

:lol::lol::lol:

 

:clap:

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O' Sarnie man, ye addressed me weel,

Which so befits a hielan' chiel,

And tho' like you I'm far frae hame,

I sure achieved my share of fame.

 

I never thocht I'd see the day,

I'd grace a trencher doon this way,

In the brawest club in Sarnie toon,

Tho' mony a mile frae bonny Doon.

 

Once fit for only rustic table,

I now enjoy a five star label,

No longer classed as peasant grub

For now I grace the Sarnie table.

 

I'm sometimes scorned by snobbish folks,

And the butt of corny jokes,

Such folks and jokes are unco phony,

Now I'm acclaimed by Egon Ronay.

 

The Power who made mankind her care,

Set me above all other fare,

For Scotland's sake I'll keep this place,

An' aye be Chieftain of the pudden' race.

 

So to all you Braw Scots lads & lassies

That here tonight I see,

Uphold auld Scotias good fair name,

And from me - "Bon Appetite"

 

 

:lol::lol::lol:

 

:clap:

 

Stop that clapping me heed hurts

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O' Sarnie man, ye addressed me weel,

Which so befits a hielan' chiel,

And tho' like you I'm far frae hame,

I sure achieved my share of fame.

 

I never thocht I'd see the day,

I'd grace a trencher doon this way,

In the brawest club in Sarnie toon,

Tho' mony a mile frae bonny Doon.

 

Once fit for only rustic table,

I now enjoy a five star label,

No longer classed as peasant grub

For now I grace the Sarnie table.

 

I'm sometimes scorned by snobbish folks,

And the butt of corny jokes,

Such folks and jokes are unco phony,

Now I'm acclaimed by Egon Ronay.

 

The Power who made mankind her care,

Set me above all other fare,

For Scotland's sake I'll keep this place,

An' aye be Chieftain of the pudden' race.

 

So to all you Braw Scots lads & lassies

That here tonight I see,

Uphold auld Scotias good fair name,

And from me - "Bon Appetite"

 

 

:lol::lol::lol:

 

:clap:

 

:lol:

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