Here's a bottle and an honest friend What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o' care, man? Then catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man; Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes no ay when sought, man! … Continue reading Robbie Burns Night…
Robert Burns Night
Robbie Burns Night…
Arouse, my boys! exert your mettle, To get auld Scotland back her kettle; Or faith! I'll wad my new pleugh-pettle, Ye'll see 't or lang, She'll teach you, wi' a reekin whittle, Anither sang. This while she's been in crankous mood, Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid; (Deil na they never mair do guid, Play'd … Continue reading Robbie Burns Night…
Robbie Burns Night…
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 … Continue reading Robbie Burns Night…
Robbie Burns Night…
"Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit." Slainte Mhath, people. "Let other poets raise a fracas 'Bout vines, an' wines, an' drucken Bacchus, An' crabbit names an' stories wrack us, An' grate our lug: I … Continue reading Robbie Burns Night…
Robbie Burns Night…
San Francisco is a hell of long way from Ayrshire or Dumfries but here's a hearty sláinte mhaith to all celebrating Scotland's great bard tonight. Seemingly saddled with a cold from the deepest wells of hell, I'll be toasting the man with some tea, a bit of Echinacea tincture, and if I'm lucky, a wee … Continue reading Robbie Burns Night…
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