Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Happy Burns Night…
Enjoy (what’s left of) Burns night:
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race!
Aboon them a’ yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’a grace
As lang’s my arm.
You could do worse than see it out listening to Late Junction, from Glasgow.
Mick Fealty @ 11:26 PM
Appropriately on Burns’ Night Kevin Kelbie scored our hat-trick in Ballymena’s demolition of Larne. So I had a fine Burns’ Night. Beat eating sheep brains and wearing a skirt any day. :-)
Posted by on Jan 26, 2006 @ 11:57 AMThese lines always remind me of that part of Ireland I left 30 years ago,for not much has changed sadly.
“O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us.”
Robert Burns, Poem “To a Louse” - verse 8
Scottish national poet (1759 - 1796)Posted by on Jan 26, 2006 @ 10:47 PM
