Happy Burns!
Yummy shortbread for afternoon tea …
Yummy beer for drinking with my haggis …
Oh hang on, Hamish has drunk it all!
Oh well, I’m sure there’s whisky in the cupboard!
Here’s a Burns’ poem to get you started on your celebrations
… my mother’s favourite …
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, 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 the gither;
And mony a canty day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we’ll go,
And sleep the gither at the foot,
John Anderson, my Jo.
And here are a few links if you’d like to hear it performed …
Re-mixed with an early Betty Boop cartoon
… from before the censor made her lengthen her skirts
and behave like a lady …
… or something more soulful and melancholy …
And to finish the day and get rid of any pent up aggression
here’s the perfect thing …
Enjoy your Burns Supper!
I so needed this while ploughing through my tax return
Thanks and Happy Burns to both you and the lovely Hamish!
xx