I was so busy celebrating Robert Burns’ 250th birthday yesterday that I forgot it might be a good idea to celebrate it on the ‘Spill too. A friend of his lived in my house during the time Burns was based in Dumfries, so I have this fantasy about him dropping in for a dram…
…anyway, here’s Ae Fond Kiss, which is my favourite Burns song.
Jeremy Paxman’s been dissing Robert Burns, at the Edinburgh Festival no less, the great gowk. The bloggers are out on CiF; and here in Dumfries, where Burns is buried, I’m feeling a bit miffed on his behalf. Here’s the first verse of ‘Tam O’ Shanter’ which is too long to post in its entirety – you can read the rest here.
“When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An’ getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.”