Wetcoaster Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 The keening wail of the bagpipes, the steaming filling spilling out of sheep guts... yes it is that time again as we Scots (well I am one quarter courtesy of my late maternal grandmother born outside Edinburgh) celebrate the birth of Scotland's heart, poet Robbie Burns. Only a Scot could compose a tribute to a filled sheep's stomach, eh? Here is Burns' famous: 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! A translation for you poor souls who have nae a drop of Scots blood: And of course my personal tribute... copious amounts of the amber nectar so cherished by Scots and those who wish they were - single malt Scotch. In my case for this most cherished of days I forgo my usual The Macallan 12 year old in favour of THE MACALLAN SHERRY OAK 18 YEARS OLD HIGHLAND SINGLE MALT SCOTCH WHISKY I lift a glass or two and say to you Lang mae yer lum reek! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bertuzzi Babe Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 Co là breith sona dhut, Rabbie! Canna wait for the carvin' a' the haggis tonight! Scots wae hae!! (Ok, and the crackin' a' the Drambuie bottle!) Lang mae yer lum reek to all my fellow Scots!! May the best ye hae ivver seen be the warst ye'll ivver see. May the moose ne'er lea' yer girnal wi a tear-drap in its ee. May ye aye keep hail an hertie till ye'r auld eneuch tae dee. May ye aye juist be sae happie as A wuss ye aye tae be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heretic Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 skip to 1:39 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kumquats Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 Wish i was in BC to enjoy a Keith's. Happy Robbie Burns Days my fellow Scots! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shift-4 Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 Sounds like a good excuse to drink Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smithers joe Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 pass the haggis, i'm feeling very scotch today...just a wee doc'n'dora and a wee drap that's all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wetcoaster Posted January 25, 2013 Author Share Posted January 25, 2013 Sounds like a good excuse to drink Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shift-4 Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 You need an excuse??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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stawns Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 as the dad of a very good piper, it's a pretty big weekend around here! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bertuzzi Babe Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 I learned this song at my Scots grandfather's knee.....and it makes me terribly homesick every time I hear it....... it gets airplay every Burns Night........ Away to the westward, I'm longing to be Where the beauties of heaven ’unfold by the sea Where the sweet purple heather blooms fragrant and free On a hill-top, high above the Dark Island..... Oh Isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee As the steamer leaves Oban, and passes Tiriodh Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me When I'm back, once more upon, the Dark Island.......... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wetcoaster Posted January 25, 2013 Author Share Posted January 25, 2013 No. Everyone around me always likes to hear mine though Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Kumquats Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 When I was part of the 72nd Seaforth Highlander Army Cadets, I was lucky enough to hear this almost every week Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
elvis15 Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 A pint or two is in order tonight! (Saturday's going to be a gong show...) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bertuzzi Babe Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 Since you have him covered I will post my other favourite Scot from the big screen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scott Hartnell's Mane Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 Go fetch to me a pint o wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie: The boat rocks at the Pier o' Leith, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready, The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes deep and bloody. It's not the roar o' sea or shore, Wad make me langer wish to tarry; Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar- It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shift-4 Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 Defile the Birthday of The Bard with sech a picture,will ye? Cò an caora sin còmhla riut a chunnaic mi an-raoir? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bertuzzi Babe Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 Time to put the drink down, Lassie............. .........you are sounding too much like a foreigner Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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