Robert Burns' Day!
Correspondent:: John Starrett
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 17:09:52 -0700
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Saturday the 29th of January is Robert Burns' birthday. We have 10 or so
single malts, the wife and I make cock-a-leekie soup, Alan makes neeps
and tatties, and Frank makes a good strong game haggis (he got an Elk
this year). We have a genuine Scotsman in the office next door, and he
reads "To a Haggis" before we cut it open.
To a Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was 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 sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony 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;
Then 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 make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody 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 mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.
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!
John Starrett
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John Starrett
Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV
Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 01:12:32 GMT
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John Starrett wrote:
>Saturday the 29th of January is Robert Burns' birthday. We have 10 or so
>single malts, the wife and I make cock-a-leekie soup, Alan makes neeps
>and tatties, and Frank makes a good strong game haggis (he got an Elk
>this year). We have a genuine Scotsman in the office next door, and he
>reads "To a Haggis" before we cut it open.
>
>To a Haggis
>
>
Yeah, I've taken an elk heart and stuffed it with the liver,
it's tastey!
Just a wee deoch an doris, just a wee drop, that's all.
Just a wee deoch an doris afore ye gang awa.
There's a wee wifie waitin' in a wee but an ben.
If you can say, "It's a braw bricht moonlicht nicht",
Then yer a'richt, ye ken.
http://www.rampantscotland.com/songs/blsongs_deoch.htm
That'll put the lift in your kaber!
Correspondent:: "paco"
Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 07:39:32 -0500
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some have "Bob" but cannot slack
some have no "Bob" but want him
but we have "Bob"
and we can slack
so let us look to the high unquestionables of the COTSG for pancultural
deprogramming and resyncronization.