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    	I'll drink to that  !!!!
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    	keVin

         I trust that the "BARD" perched upon the pond at Merrimack
    will indulge his 'Scottish' heritage, and do the next round in
    honour of his predecessor......best to ye, keVin!
    
    slan,
    Kevin.

    I would rather celebrate January 25th as Ewan MacColl's birthday
    in 1915. He is, after all, the better song-writer.
    
    Phillip

    
    	AYE,
    
    	Three great cheers for Bobby Burns!  And I toasted him with
    a few belts of Glenfiddich!
    
    					Dave

    
    
    	Happy Birthday "UNCLE ROBBIE"			:-)
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    	keVin
    

	Aye, 

	Happy Birthday, Robert!  To (one of) the greatest of Scots, 

	I salute ye with a sip of Double Dutch cofee!


	Randy
	(who tried Dranbuie (sp?) and
	went back to Coke)

                           TO A HAGGIS
			by Roberrt Burns


jolly		Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face
		Great Chieftain o' the Puddin-race!
	        Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
paunch:			Painch, tripe or thairm:
small		Weel are ye wordy of a grace
guts			As lang's my arm


		The groaning trencher there ye fill,
buttocks 	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


clan 		His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
skill		An' cut you up wi' ready slight,
		Trenching your gushing entrails bright
			Like onie ditch;
		And then O what a glorious sight,
-smoking  		Warm-reekin', rich!


horn-spoon	Then, horn form horn thsy stretch an' strive,
		Deil take the hindmost, on they drive
well-swelled    Till a'their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
stomachs		are bent like drums
by-and-by	Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive
almost burst   		Bethankit hums


		Is there that owre his French ragout,
surfeit         Or olio that wad staw a sow,
		Or fricasee wad mak her spew
disgust			Wi' perfect sconner,
		Looks down wi' smeering, scornfu' view
			On sic a dinner?


		Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
feeble;rush		As feckless a a wither'd rash,
		His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
fist,nut			He nieve a nit;			
		Thro' bluidy fluid or field to dash.
			O how unfit!

		But mark the Rustie, haggis-fed,
		The trembling earth resounds his tread
ample		Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
			He'll make it whissle;
		An legs, an'arms, an' heads will sned
top off			Like taps o'thrissle

		
		Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care
		And dish'd them out their bill o'fare
Watery splashes  	Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
wooden porringers		That jaups in luggies,
		But if ye wish for gratefu' prayer,
				Gie her a Haggis!

			
    

>      <<< Note 320.7 by NOVA::EASTLAND "The nightmare has yet to begin" >>>
>                   -< And we'll remember him Christmas too >-

>		And then O what a glorious sight,
>-smoking  		Warm-reekin', rich!

a reek is a smell, not smoke.

>horn-spoon	Then, horn form horn thsy stretch an' strive,
Should be "for" not "form"

I posted this poem and a glossary of it in the Scotland conference
a few years ago if anyone would like to see it - it's in the
poetry topic I think

Craig

    
    Indeed, sorry for the mistakes. All in all, I hope they didn't detract
    too much from enjoyment of thoughts of haggis. 
    

    I had a chance to check back. I copied the poem from the Penguin book
    of selected poems, edited by William Beattie and Henry Meikle, first
    published 1946. The Haggis poem is reprinted, notes and all, from the
    editions published in Burns' lifetime, in this case in the 1787
    Edinburgh edition. 
    
    So 'smoking' for warm-reekin', rich is correct in so far as that
    edition is correct. Probably differences can be derived from changes in
    connotation of the notes themselves over the centuries.
    

    I heard an advertisement on the radio a couple of days ago and it
    mentioned "Burns's" (pronounced Burnziz) night. I always thought it was
    "Burns night". Which is the more correct ?
    
    What's the Gaelic for "haggis" ? My dictionary says it's "middle
    English; origin unknown".
    

    We here in the desolate Great White North have always referred to it as
    Robbie Burns Day (25 January).
    
    We celebrated it a little early this year (21 January) as that was the
    only day that we could book the pub.  Great haggis, and there was a
    not insignificant number of Irish in the crowd to ensure the Scots had
    a good time. (*;
    
    Pat

>    We here in the desolate Great White North have always referred to it as
>    Robbie Burns Day (25 January).

Good grief! It'll be Bob Burns next, I suppose. And Robbie the Bruce.
By the way, who was it wrote Bob Roy? Was it Bobby Lou Stevenson
or Walt Scott? (Only teasing, Pat)

    Do you really want to know!?  <g>  I can certainly tell you... It's
    defined as a type of stew made in a sheep's stomach with some really
    nasty ingredients.

    
    C'mon.  I had haggis in Edinburgh...along with tatties and neeps (sp?)
    and lived to tell! :)
    
    /jen
    

    People who really know their Haggis, know that it is not sheeps guts or
    some other conconction. A Haggis is in fact a wild four legged animal
    with two legs shorter on one side for running around hills. 
    
    Really, the myths you here about oatmeal and sheeps stomach -
    Disgusting!.