happy burns day

[gypsy_cream]

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

[Spandex]

"A fig for those by law protected!
Liberty's a glorious feast!
Courts for cowards were erected,
Churches built to please the priest."

Do they still print that on Highland Skins?

[AVX23]

nice

have a good one !

[Loz]

according to my mate Ian, it's also:

*A Room of One's Own Day

*Fun at Work Day

*Macintosh Computer Anniversary

*National Irish Coffee Day

*Dress Your Pet Day

*Observe the Weather Day

*Old Disting (Norse)

*Festival of Constructive Energy

*Dinner Party Day

*Opposite Day

*Criminon Day: Scientology religious holiday to celebrate the start
of giving out pamphlets about the religion to rehabilitate prisoners

[gypsy_cream]

nah macintosh day was yesterday i thought

[gypsy_cream]

anyway rabbie burns night is the most important out of all of them

[The Physicist]

so what does one do for burns night then?

[gypsy_cream]

eat haggis neeps and tatties....what else????????

[The Physicist]

thats what i was thinkin

eat, what else?

[Spandex]

somebody has to read out the "Ode to a Haggis" thing (oh.. and stab it i think)
then you all get drunk

[gypsy_cream]

some families all recite burns poems and get pissed

we usually just eat haggis... sometimes get drunk

[AVX23]

I'm going to get some tartan rizla and listen to Jimmy Shand !

[Lighter Thief]

Whisky

[kams]

Cock Up Your Beaver

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up you beaver!

Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush;
We'll over the border and gie them a brush;
There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!

[Paddy]

Had ma Burns supper the other night.

[FiST]

[skosh]

Tony Blair is being shown around a hospital. Towards the end of
his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of people with no obvious signs of injury.

He goes to greet the first and the chap replies: "FAIR fa' your
honest sonsie face, Great chieftain e' the puddin' race! Aboon them a'
ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o'a
grace As lang 's my arm."

Tony, being somewhat confused (easily done) goes to the next
patient and greets him. The chap replies:

"Some hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit."

The third starts rattling off as follows: "Wee sleekit, cow'rin,
tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start
awa sae nasty, Wi bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an chase
thee, Wi murdering pattle!"

Tony turns to the doctor accompanying him and asks "What sort of
ward is this -- a mental ward?" .

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"No," replies the doctor, "It's the Burns unit."

[emef]

happy burns night scotlish

[notorious J.I.M]

Happy dead poet and haggis eating festivities to all the Scots folk