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| Great Chieftan o' the Puddin-race!; It's Burns' Night... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 25 2006, 12:24 PM (153 Views) | |
| phykell | Jan 25 2006, 12:24 PM Post #1 |
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Senior Carp
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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, Your 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-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 mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scronful' 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's wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o' fare, Auld Scotland wants nae shinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if you wish her gratefu' pray'r, Gie her a Haggis! * |
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| kathyk | Jan 25 2006, 12:42 PM Post #2 |
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Pisa-Carp
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Translation please? You would have had a good laugh at my 10 yo daughter and me last night. She was preparing to present a book report on Harry Potter, acting as though she was J.K. Rowling. I gave her a slapshod tutorial on British accents (a la the Queen's English), which to my ears, had fairly good results - I'm sure you'd have said otherwise. But, even I laughed as every now and then she'd slide into something sounding more Italian, Scottish, Cockney or even Hillbilly. |
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| John D'Oh | Jan 25 2006, 12:50 PM Post #3 |
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MAMIL
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Not to be confused with the magnificent William Topaz McGonagall. Quite possibly the worst poet who ever lived. 'IMMORTAL Robert Burns of Ayr, There's but few poets can with you compare; Some of your poems and songs are very fine: To "Mary in Heaven" is most sublime; And then again in your "Cottar's Saturday Night," Your genius there does shine most bright, As pure as the dewdrops of the night. Your "Tam O'Shanter" is very fine, Both funny, racy, and divine, From John O'Groats to Dumfries All critics consider it to be a masterpiece, And, also, you have said the same, Therefore they are not to blame. And in my own opinion both you and they are right, For your genius there does sparkle bright, Which I most solemnly declare To thee, Immortal Bard of Ayr! Your "Banks and Braes of Bonnie Doon" Is sweet and melodious in its tune, And the poetry is moral and sublime, And in my opinion nothing can be more fine. Your "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled" Is most beautiful to hear sung or read; For your genius there does shine as bright, Like unto the stars of night Immortal Bard of Ayr! I must conclude my muse To speak in praise of thee does not refuse, For you were a mighty poet, few could with you compare, And also an honour to Scotland, for your genius it is rare' |
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| JBryan | Jan 25 2006, 01:21 PM Post #4 |
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I am the grey one
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Meanwhile, there seems to be considerable environmental sensitivity in Scotland. For fairies: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0%2C%...81612%2C00.html Maybe they will join in the celebration. |
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"Any man who would make an X rated movie should be forced to take his daughter to see it". - John Wayne There is a line we cross when we go from "I will believe it when I see it" to "I will see it when I believe it". Henry II: I marvel at you after all these years. Still like a democratic drawbridge: going down for everybody. Eleanor: At my age there's not much traffic anymore. From The Lion in Winter. | |
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| ***musical princess*** | Jan 25 2006, 03:50 PM Post #5 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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I hope Freedom's having a good night! x |
| x Caroline x | |
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