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.

  • Ziznivy

    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. 🙂

  • red hugh

    These 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)