Rabbie Burns
Today is Burns’ Eve. Robert Burns was born on 25th January 1759. He wrote Auld Lang Syne, and Neil mentions every time it’s mentioned that people only know the first verse and chorus.
(On a related note, I’ve read the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne, and I still don’t think I could manage with that accent.)
I’ve been ‘blessed’ to be born on or near dates of national importance in two of the countries I’ve lived.
I don’t think there’ll be a formal Burns Supper cooked at home tomorrow, although we do occasionally get haggis for our supper. And I will not be waxing lyrical (haha) about haggis. The Selkrik Grace, on the other hand, is another matter:
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
Thank you for meat. Heehee.
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Oh…. I’m so jealous. Haggis! I miss Haggis. The closest I’ve found is haggis sausages, oh and canned haggis at the Scotish store. Mmmm. Haggis. Now I’m hungry. Plus Neeps, Tatties and Scotch (not so big on the scotch).
I’m not that big on Scotch, either.
Please….some translation for those not fortunate enough to live in Scotland - Neeps? Tatties?
Neeps are (I was told) turnips. Tatties are potatoes.
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