Happy Burns Day
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Had to look it up Mike:
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Auld Lang Syne..
Although attributed to Burns, Auld Lang Syne is possibly based on earlier folk songs, but Burns can probably claim to have been the first to produce a written version.
Note that nowhere does it say "for the sake of". The origin of the tune is also somewhat uncertain, but there have been various versions over the years. It has been suggested that "for the sake of" was added to make the words fit the tune more closely.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne,
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae run about the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right guid willy waught,
For auld lang syne.
Although attributed to Burns, Auld Lang Syne is possibly based on earlier folk songs, but Burns can probably claim to have been the first to produce a written version.
Note that nowhere does it say "for the sake of". The origin of the tune is also somewhat uncertain, but there have been various versions over the years. It has been suggested that "for the sake of" was added to make the words fit the tune more closely.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne,
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae run about the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right guid willy waught,
For auld lang syne.
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hollydolly
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or more correctly..Tae a Moose...
hollydolly
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Gawdsakes, I can't tell you how many times I had to sing that in the school choir (scottish born and raised on haggis and rabbie Burns) ... i know the words of that dirge more than I know my own families names...
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I had a Burns supper last week.. at lunchtime
Haggis neeps & Tatties.. in a really nice Weatherspoons near here ... it was delicious and cheap too.. !! They do it all of January every year.. and it saves paying out fortunes to go out tonight to a restaurant and eat the same thing that we had for a fiver..
Haggis neeps & Tatties.. in a really nice Weatherspoons near here ... it was delicious and cheap too.. !! They do it all of January every year.. and it saves paying out fortunes to go out tonight to a restaurant and eat the same thing that we had for a fiver..
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another song that I could sing word perfect from memory having it drilled into us all the time..
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This is my favourite Burns poem...love song
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ROBERT BURNS took an old, bawdy song and rewrote it as one of his most well-loved and beautiful love songs - creating, as was said by George Gilfillan in his The National Burns - one of the most beautiful expressions of true and time-tried tenderness in the world.
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first aquent,
Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither,
And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
This was the old drinking bawdy version....
John Anderson, my jo, John, I wonder what ye mean, To lie sae lang i' the mornin', And sit sae late at e'en?
Ye'll bleer a' your een, John, And why do ye so? Come sooner to your bed at een, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, When first that ye began, Ye had as good a tail-tree, As ony ither man;
But now its waxen wan, John, And wrinkles to and fro, I've twa gae-ups for ae gae-down, John Anderson, my jo.
I'm backit like a salmon, I'm breastit like a swan; My wame it is a down-cod, My middle ye may span:;
Frae my tap-knot to my tae, John, I'm like the new-fa'n snow; And it's a' for your convenience, John Anderson, my jo.
O it is a fine thing To keep out o'er the dyke, But its a meikle finer thing, To see your hurdies fyke;
To see your hurdies fyke, John, And hit the rising blow; It's then I like your chanter-pipe, John Anderson, my jo.
When ye come on before, John, See that ye do your best; When ye begin to haud me, See that ye grip me fast;
See that ye grip me fast, John, Until that I cry "Oh!" Your back shall crack or I do that, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, Ye're welcome when ye please;
It's either in the warm bed Or else aboon the claes:
Or ye shall hae the horns, John, Upon your head to grow;
An' that's the cuckold's mallison, John Anderson, my jo.
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ROBERT BURNS took an old, bawdy song and rewrote it as one of his most well-loved and beautiful love songs - creating, as was said by George Gilfillan in his The National Burns - one of the most beautiful expressions of true and time-tried tenderness in the world.
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first aquent,
Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither,
And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
This was the old drinking bawdy version....
John Anderson, my jo, John, I wonder what ye mean, To lie sae lang i' the mornin', And sit sae late at e'en?
Ye'll bleer a' your een, John, And why do ye so? Come sooner to your bed at een, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, When first that ye began, Ye had as good a tail-tree, As ony ither man;
But now its waxen wan, John, And wrinkles to and fro, I've twa gae-ups for ae gae-down, John Anderson, my jo.
I'm backit like a salmon, I'm breastit like a swan; My wame it is a down-cod, My middle ye may span:;
Frae my tap-knot to my tae, John, I'm like the new-fa'n snow; And it's a' for your convenience, John Anderson, my jo.
O it is a fine thing To keep out o'er the dyke, But its a meikle finer thing, To see your hurdies fyke;
To see your hurdies fyke, John, And hit the rising blow; It's then I like your chanter-pipe, John Anderson, my jo.
When ye come on before, John, See that ye do your best; When ye begin to haud me, See that ye grip me fast;
See that ye grip me fast, John, Until that I cry "Oh!" Your back shall crack or I do that, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, Ye're welcome when ye please;
It's either in the warm bed Or else aboon the claes:
Or ye shall hae the horns, John, Upon your head to grow;
An' that's the cuckold's mallison, John Anderson, my jo.
Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither,
And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
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Aunt Bea
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We still have one local restaurant that keeps a modern interpretation of haggis on the menu.
At the Brae Loch Inn, the haggis is frequently served at the bottom of a stack, with mashed potatoes in the middle layer and a beet-and-turnip mixture called "heathered neeps on top.
https://www.braelochinn.com/
Mrs. Rosenbaum's Haggis
From the Brae Loch Inn
2 calf hearts
Beef shin and knee bones
3 pounds beef liver
4 pounds ground chuck
4 to 6 cups Irish oatmeal
2 pounds beef suet, chopped
1 pound onions, chopped
Boil hearts with bones in broth or water to cover until fork-tender, about 2 hours. Trim hearts and chop. Meanwhile, fry liver and chop. Fry chuck. Spread oatmeal on large cookie sheet and brown in slow oven (200 degrees), for a half hour, tossing frequently to brown evenly. Mix oatmeal with suet and onions. Add broth from heart to cover. Cook slowly 2 hours, adding more broth and water. Mix with cooked meats. Heat and serve.
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well I wouldn't mind trying that versionWe still have one local restaurant that keeps a modern interpretation of haggis on the menu.
At the Brae Loch Inn, the haggis is frequently served at the bottom of a stack, with mashed potatoes in the middle layer and a beet-and-turnip mixture called "heathered neeps on top.
https://www.braelochinn.com/
Mrs. Rosenbaum's Haggis
From the Brae Loch Inn
2 calf hearts
Beef shin and knee bones
3 pounds beef liver
4 pounds ground chuck
4 to 6 cups Irish oatmeal
2 pounds beef suet, chopped
1 pound onions, chopped
Boil hearts with bones in broth or water to cover until fork-tender, about 2 hours. Trim hearts and chop. Meanwhile, fry liver and chop. Fry chuck. Spread oatmeal on large cookie sheet and brown in slow oven (200 degrees), for a half hour, tossing frequently to brown evenly. Mix oatmeal with suet and onions. Add broth from heart to cover. Cook slowly 2 hours, adding more broth and water. Mix with cooked meats. Heat and serve.
How to eat Haggis if you have never had it before!
On the plate, Haggis, Mashed Potatoes, Mashed
Swede/turnip, or Rutabaga in America, large portions
of each.
On the side, half a pint of Scotch Whisky.
With each forkful of haggis you take a drink of whisky,
by the time you are getting to the bottom of the glass,
you are beginning to appreciate the haggis!
So I was told.
Mike.
On the plate, Haggis, Mashed Potatoes, Mashed
Swede/turnip, or Rutabaga in America, large portions
of each.
On the side, half a pint of Scotch Whisky.
With each forkful of haggis you take a drink of whisky,
by the time you are getting to the bottom of the glass,
you are beginning to appreciate the haggis!
So I was told.
Mike.
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This is all part of the folklore of the area where I live. It is very largely true - with a couple of dubious additions. Jamie Macphearson wrote his "rant" or "lament" when in prison in Banff awaiting his execution. On the gallows, he played the lament on his fiddle and then asked for someone to play it at his funeral. Nobody wanted to play it for fear of reprisals, so he broke the fiddle and threw it into the crowd. The broken fiddle is in the Clan Macphearson museum and a plaque at the Merkat cross in Banff commemorates the event.
hollydolly
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lol....no need for horrible whisky to take away the delicious taste of Haggis the food of the Gods...
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Haggis gets a bad rap, it's really not much different than roast beef hash if it's made properly.