Burns Nicht

[The_Munchmaster]

Robert Burns was born 251 years ago today and like many other Scots around the world I will be commemorating the occassion with friends at a Burns Supper.

 

Not sure what exactly the entire supper will consist of but the star of the show will obviously be the haggis with chappit tatties (mashed potatoes)and chappit neeps (mashed turnips) washed doon with a fair few nippy sweeties (whiskies). :content:

[allistar]

You also have to recite the "Ode to Haggis" before the meal begins (while bringing out the big tray of haggis). But I'm sure you know it by heart: ODE TO A HAGGIS

 

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,

Great Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race!

Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,

Painch, tripe, or thairm:

Weel are ye wordy of a grace

As lang’s my arm

 

The groaning trencher there ye fill,

Your hurdies like a distant hill,

You 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-reeking, 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 mak her spew

Wi’ perfect sconner,

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’ bluidy 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’ heads will sned,

Like taps o’ thrissle

 

Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,

An’ dish them out their bill o’fare,

Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware

That jaups in luggies;

But, if ye wish her gratefu’ pray’r,

Gie her a Haggis!

[Flashermac]

I had an invite to a Burns night. But since it was in the States, I had to give it a pass.

 

 

[shygye]

Hey Flash, that was for George Burns!

[The_Munchmaster]

We actually call it the "address to the haggis".

 

I did the first three verses, which was enough.

[Old Hippie]

Robert Burns was born 251 years ago today and like many other Scots around the world I will be commemorating the occassion with friends at a Burns Supper.

 

Not sure what exactly the entire supper will consist of but the star of the show will obviously be the haggis with chappit tatties (mashed potatoes)and chappit neeps (mashed turnips) washed doon with a fair few nippy sweeties (whiskies). :content:

 

 

 

Ok, I'm down for any party I can, Scottish or other wise...but who the hell is Robert Burns and why is he famous?

[Flashermac]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Burns_(comedian)

 

[The_Munchmaster]

...but who the hell is Robert Burns and why is he famous?

What! You don't know who Robert Burns is?!

 

Robert Burns, aka Rabbie Burns, aka Scotland's favourite son, aka the Ploughman Poet, aka the Bard of Ayrshire or simply The Bard.

 

The national poet of Scotland, born 25 January 1759, died 21 July 1796.

 

Known worldwide for his poems and songs, the best known of which is probably Auld Lang Syne, which even you've heard of OH?

 

[Flashermac]

He prefers this fella:

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_McGonagall

[The_Munchmaster]

Probably Scotlands worst poet.