Happy Birthday, Robert Burns!

Burns Night is celebrated on January 25 to commemorate the birth of the beloved poet. Everything revolves around the Burns Supper! So don your tartan, drag out those bagpipes and let's start singing Auld Lang Syne! Later on, when we have nipped enough whiskey, we can take turns reciting our favorite piece of poetry. Unless you are drunk brave enough to sing one of his songs.

Dash it, man!!! Where the haggis?

Haggis, Neeps and Tatties source

It is not only customary but proper manners to bathe your haggis with a splash of whiskey sauce, liberally at best. When I put that through the translator, it was pretty righteous and said, in true Scots fashion, that is whiskey served neat, to you.

Address to a Haggis

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 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 ye 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, 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 make it whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.

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!

By Robert Burns

Gie her a haggis!!!

IMPORTS of traditional Scottish haggis have been banned in the United States since 1971. The US Department of Agriculture (USDA) has long objected to one of the key ingredients in haggis – sheep's lung. No food for human consumption, whether made locally in the USA or imported from overseas, can contain sheep's lung. source

For those of you who purchased tickets for the “Wild Haggis Hunt”, I'll just be standing here counting all them as they come in. Good luck to all. Oh! You there! Don't forget yer whiskey!

Yes. My private stock.

Robert Burns would be proud! We pulled on our tartans today, hunted and drank, drank and sang, recited poetry laced in whiskey and had us some haggis, with a splash of the good stuff. I would say my day was a success! Now cheers!

Robert Burns died on July 21, 1796, when he was just 37 years old. He was buried with full civil and military honors on the day his son Maxwell was born. A memorial edition of his poems was published to raise money for his wife and children, this according to the BBC.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy.

The Burns supper is an event celebrating the life and work of Robert Burns – combining haggis, whiskey, poetry and most importantly, bagpipes! A Burns Supper Bagpiper is traditional and has a most important role.

Of all the roles the bagpiper carries, the most important to me is the factual talk about the history, physical characteristics, and habits of this mystical creature, the Haggi Tres Tripodes Creatura Inexpugnabilus (its Latin name). He talks about how the Haggis survived the natural disasters which wiped out the dinosaurs, and of the risks, today’s Haggis Hunters face to catch the Haggis about to be eaten. Historical accuracy is guaranteed! The source was the ScottishBagpipers.com in part. For some reason, it wouldn't source correctly. Sorry.

Flowers. Always, to color my world.

A whisper left upon my lips. The shadow of night caressing my soul. The stillness in my heart, as the sweetest of dreams gently kiss me goodnight.

Oh, your loveliness carries soft delicate feelings - like a warm whisper passing swiftly by.

And just like that, this post is done. I want to thank you for stopping by and helping catch a haggis or three, and while I am still on the hunt, I am sure I will do this again tomorrow! Have a most fabulous day!

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Scots Wha Hae

BY ROBERT BURNS

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power—
Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave!
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
Let him follow me!

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!—
Let us do or die!

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