{"id":1531,"date":"2019-01-25T12:42:33","date_gmt":"2019-01-25T12:42:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/?p=1531"},"modified":"2019-01-27T12:48:38","modified_gmt":"2019-01-27T12:48:38","slug":"misc-burns-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/?p=1531","title":{"rendered":"Misc: Burns’ Night"},"content":{"rendered":"

We like to Celebrate Burns’ Night wi’ a Haggis and a wee dram o’ whusky. Teresa cooked the haggis, mashed ‘taters, etc. I bought the whisky.<\/p>\n

\"Robert
Robert Burns<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Address To A Haggis<\/u><\/p>\n

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
\nGreat chieftain o the puddin’-race!
\nAboon them a’ ye tak your place,
\nPainch, tripe, or thairm:
\nWeel are ye worthy o’ a grace
\nAs lang’s my arm.<\/i><\/p>\n

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
\nYour hurdies like a distant hill,
\nYour pin wad help to mend a mill
\nIn time o need,
\nWhile thro your pores the dews distil
\nLike amber bead.<\/i><\/p>\n

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
\nAn cut you up wi ready slight,
\nTrenching your gushing entrails bright,
\nLike onie ditch;
\nAnd then, O what a glorious sight,
\nWarm-reekin, rich!<\/i><\/p>\n

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
\nDeil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
\nTill a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
\nAre bent like drums;
\nThe auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
\n‘Bethankit’ hums.<\/i><\/p>\n

Is there that owre his French ragout,
\nOr olio that wad staw a sow,
\nOr fricassee wad mak her spew
\nWi perfect scunner,
\nLooks down wi sneering, scornfu view
\nOn sic a dinner?<\/i><\/p>\n

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
\nAs feckless as a wither’d rash,
\nHis spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
\nHis nieve a nit;
\nThro bloody flood or field to dash,
\nO how unfit!<\/i><\/p>\n

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
\nThe trembling earth resounds his tread,
\nClap in his walie nieve a blade,
\nHe’ll make it whissle;
\nAn legs an arms, an heads will sned,
\nLike taps o thrissle.<\/i><\/p>\n

Ye Pow’rs, wha mak mankind your care,
\nAnd dish them out their bill o fare,
\nAuld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
\nThat jaups in luggies:
\nBut, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
\nGie her a Haggis.<\/i><\/p>\n

And for those who don’t speak Highlander, here’s a translation:<\/p>\n

Good luck to you and your honest, plump face,
\nGreat chieftain of the sausage race!
\nAbove them all you take your place,
\nStomach, tripe, or intestines:
\nWell are you worthy of a grace
\nAs long as my arm.<\/i><\/p>\n

The groaning trencher there you fill,
\nYour buttocks like a distant hill,
\nYour pin would help to mend a mill
\nIn time of need,
\nWhile through your pores the dews distill
\nLike amber bead.<\/i><\/p>\n

His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
\nAnd cut you up with ready slight,
\nTrenching your gushing entrails bright,
\nLike any ditch;
\nAnd then, O what a glorious sight,
\nWarm steaming, rich!<\/i><\/p>\n

Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
\nDevil take the hindmost, on they drive,
\nTill all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
\nAre bent like drums;
\nThen old head of the table, most like to burst,
\n‘The grace!’ hums.<\/i><\/p>\n

Is there that over his French ragout,
\nOr olio that would sicken a sow,
\nOr fricassee would make her vomit
\nWith perfect disgust,
\nLooks down with sneering, scornful view
\nOn such a dinner?<\/i><\/p>\n

Poor devil! see him over his trash,
\nAs feeble as a withered rush,
\nHis thin legs a good whip-lash,
\nHis fist a nut;
\nThrough bloody flood or field to dash,
\nO how unfit.<\/i><\/p>\n

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
\nThe trembling earth resounds his tread,
\nClap in his ample fist a blade,
\nHe’ll make it whistle;
\nAnd legs, and arms, and heads will cut off
\nLike the heads of thistles.<\/i><\/p>\n

You powers, who make mankind your care,
\nAnd dish them out their bill of fare,
\nOld Scotland wants no watery stuff,
\nThat splashes in small wooden dishes;
\nBut if you wish her grateful prayer,
\nGive her [Scotland] a Haggis!<\/i><\/p>\n

We had a great meal, and enjoyed listening to a Naxos CD of various Burns poems. The whisky was nice, but it knocked Teresa out for the count. She was asleep on the couch almost straightaway after the dinner!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

We like to Celebrate Burns’ Night wi’ a Haggis and a wee dram o’ whusky. Teresa cooked the haggis, mashed ‘taters, etc. I bought the whisky. 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 … <\/p>\n

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