Burns Night

Note from JH – this would be Odd sax night [Wed, Fri, Sun] but it is also Rabbie Burns Night and so Odd sax will be on Saturday, then Sunday.


O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!

Tonight I can see myself eating haggis and having a wee dram in honour of the man himself :)

Let’s have some music!

First off it’s Rattlin Roarin Willie – dedicated to William Dunbar one of the founders of the Crochallan Fencibles the drinking club that Robert Burns belonged to having been introduced to the club by William Smellie the man who printed his poems and whose office Burns used in Edinburgh.

Glossary for the benefit of the Anglish and other strange folks:

aboon — above
birkie — a lively, young, forward fellow
coof — fool, ninnie
fa’ — have as one’s lot
gree — prize
gowd — gold
hame — home
hing — hang
hoddin — coarse, woollen cloth
maunna — must not

And this one is not by Burns but is for all exiles where e’er ye may be

Across the moorland, past the mountains
O’er the rivers beside the new stream
Something tells me that I’m going home

Now the skylines reach my eyes
The ridge stands out in highland skies
I just can’t believe I’m going home

2 Responses to “Burns Night”

  1. CalumCarr January 25, 2013 at 18:56 Permalink

    I’ve had my haggis ….. but no dram. Not my tipple despite having been in the industry.

    Great selection, JD, Many, many thanks.

    I hope you’re keeping well. Me, I’m in rude health. I float around on the fringes of blogs but now am more concerned with me and God.

  2. dearieme January 25, 2013 at 19:26 Permalink

    I had my haggis on Wednesday. No dram because of my medicines, damnit.

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