The bard was born this day.
This day I ate my haggis and drink my Drambuie.
Slainte mhath fellow Clarets

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.

Just had my haggis, tatties and neeps (with mushy peas ).
Still in charge of a fairly large glass of Laphroaig Brodir.
I'm only 1/32th Scots but I like mashed root veg and sheep offal products- not to mention malt whisky. Jimmy McLeadbelly for the day.

slàinte.

Slàinte

My daughter played for a wedding with a Burns theme today and they marched from Mediaeval Hall in Cathedral Close, to Guildhall, through the Market Place.

Not a bad gig!

My daughter played for a wedding with a Burns theme today and they marched from Mediaeval Hall in Cathedral Close, to Guildhall, through the Market Place.

Salisbury?

Aye Salisbury
(Keeping the Burns alive!)

C mon JEFF BFC give us a RB poem, please.

Preferred Richard Burns. Legend.

Cuddy the Cooper

There was a cooper they ca’d him Cuddy,
He was the best cooper that ever I saw;
He cam to girth oor landlady’s tubbie,
He banged her buttocks again the wa’.
Cooper qo she, hae ye ony money?
The deevil a penny, qo Cuddy, at a’!
She teuk oot her purse, an she gied him a guinea,
For bangin her buttocks again the wa’.

Third rate wordsmith who nobbed his way round the cultural desert of 18th century Scotland, humping anything that moved and writing doggerel that wouldn't make it into a school magazine these days.

Wasn't even the best poet in Ayrshire as one 60s musician might have said.

Emperor's New Clothes time.

fatboy47 wrote: ↑

Mon Jan 27, 2020 2:12 am

Third rate wordsmith who nobbed his way round the cultural desert of 18th century Scotland, humping anything that moved and writing doggerel that wouldn't make it into a school magazine these days.

Wasn't even the best poet in Ayrshire as one 60s musician might have said.

Emperor's New Clothes time.

you send jealous

Will Shakespeare or Robbie Burns that is the question. When they were asked to scribe a quick poem around Timbuktu, the prose from Robbie was
Whilst walking of the Isle of Skye
I saw three ships come sailing by
One was red and two were blue
They were bound for Timbuktu

to which Will penned
Whilst holidaying in Kent
Tim and I a roving went
Three young maidens came into view
I bucked one Timbuckedtu

10 June 1942 Gordon Burns.

Ed Sheeran's 2nd Cousin.

fatboy47 wrote: ↑

Mon Jan 27, 2020 2:12 am

Third rate wordsmith who nobbed his way round the cultural desert of 18th century Scotland, humping anything that moved and writing doggerel that wouldn't make it into a school magazine these days.

Wasn't even the best poet in Ayrshire as one 60s musician might have said.

Emperor's New Clothes time.

Obviously not heard of the Eniightenment!

Robert Burns is the essential poet. Words to move the very soul.

He is even huge in USA. More statues than ANYONE else.
Got his own day too!

I bet you sing Auld Lang Syne (probably wrongly) at Hogmanay (NYE to you) too!

Ignorance can be bliss. Enjoy your day.

fatboy47 wrote: ↑

Mon Jan 27, 2020 2:12 am

Third rate wordsmith who nobbed his way round the cultural desert of 18th century Scotland, humping anything that moved and writing doggerel that wouldn't make it into a school magazine these days.

Wasn't even the best poet in Ayrshire as one 60s musician might have said.

Emperor's New Clothes time.

Sounds like a line from Blackadder!

IanMcL wrote: ↑

Mon Jan 27, 2020 2:48 pm

Obviously not heard of the Eniightenment!

Robert Burns is the essential poet. Words to move the very soul.

He is even huge in USA. More statues than ANYONE else.
Got his own day too!

I bet you sing Auld Lang Syne (probably wrongly) at Hogmanay (NYE to you) too!

Ignorance can be bliss. Enjoy your day.

You just take care of the pre-match minge gifs Ian.. You do a good job.. But real poetry is a bit beyond you

fatboy47 wrote: ↑

Mon Jan 27, 2020 3:32 pm

You just take care of the pre-match minge gifs Ian.. You do a good job.. But real poetry is a bit beyond you

I was speaking to my Mum the other day.....sorry to hear about your Mum mate she was a lovely woman.

With the family name coming from an Innkeeper in Leith I’ll happily raise a glass to the mon.

Oh, slippery, slimy slit
Not half an inch removed from sh!t
How men can wallow in thy p!ss
And call it everlasting bliss
I’m f*cked if I know.

Attributed to Robbie but I have his complete works and it’s not in there.
His only down side was being a tax collector.

I saw a play (with music and songs too!! ) called "A Man's A Man" at The Edinburgh festival a couple of years back as a friend of mine was in it. It was about Burns' life and as he's someone I knew next to nothing about it was actually very enlightening as well as entertaining. He was a bit of a rum 'un it turns out!!

Tricky Trevor wrote: ↑

Mon Jan 27, 2020 3:47 pm

With the family name coming from an Innkeeper in Leith I’ll happily raise a glass to the mon.

Oh, slippery, slimy slit
Not half an inch removed from sh!t
How men can wallow in thy p!ss
And call it everlasting bliss
I’m f*cked if I know.

Attributed to Robbie but I have his complete works and it’s not in there.
His only down side was being a tax collector.

Another attributed to Rabbie, after a night out in Leith, as it happens. He allegedly woke up on the pier and spewed up. Unfortunately, he was seen by a policeman who asked who he was and did he know where he was and what did he think he was doing?

'My name is Robert Burns
And I am on the pier at Leith.
Because my arse is stopped up,
I am shiteing through my teeth!'

Nothing like the real stuff!