Its a braw bricht moonlit nicht…..!
There’s a moose loose aroond the hoose…..
Today is Burns Night. Robert Burns (1759 – 1796) is Scotland’s bard and the Scots traditionally celebrate his birthday by piping in a haggis on a silver platter and reciting Burns’ poems throughout the evening. There may or may not be whisky drunk by the gallon too.
Haggis is not for the faint-hearted, but bizarrely, therein lies its charm! Here is Burns’ own tribute to the haggis written in 1786:
Fair fa’ your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the pudding race
Aboon them a’ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm
Weel are ye wordy o’a grace
As lang’s my arm
(Is this the beginning of the American dialect I wonder…?)
If you’re celebrating tonight….have a good one !
Rob Little
Driver / Guide
Lets Tour England
“Rabbie” Burns – the bard himself
Haggis running wild, in the field
The Haggis is prepared and cooked along with the local “wine”
The Haggis is ceremonially piped to the table
Edinburgh….Scotland’s Capital, today !
Nicky Hughes said,
January 26, 2011 @ 12:46 pm
Most amusing. Wow – you really had to work to get that haggis in the wild photo, didn’t you? And – what “American dialect?”
Nicky H.
Elizabeth McClain said,
January 27, 2011 @ 3:09 am
i was there hahaha