Re: A Scottish jukebox fer Burns Night

[clansman]

[clansman]

[clansman]

Robert Burns' castigation of the Scottish nobility for selling their countrymen's birthright in 1707. Not all did so. The dying words of Fletcher of Saltoun, 'the Patriot', were "Lord have mercy on my poor Countrey that is so barbarously oppressed."

When some 60 years earlier Cromwell forced a political union lasting almost a decade, Robert Blair, a minister of the Kirk, had said, "As for the embodying of Scotland with England, it will be as when the poor bird is embodied in the hawk that has eaten it up.



Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam'd in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English stell we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

O would, or I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll mak this declaration;
We're bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

[Rosey]

Have a wonderful day Clans and other scots too xx

[Winston]

Enjoy Clans,



Burns night was always celebrated in our house. It was my Fathers Birthday, and he always insisted we celebrate our ancestory!





I've never seen you look like this without a reason,
Another promise fallen through, another season passes by you.
I never took the smile away from anybody's face,
And that's a desperate way to look for someone who is still a child.

CHORUS:
And in a big country, dreams stay with you,
Like a lover's voice, fires the mountainside..
Stay alive..

(I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered)


I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert,
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime..

CHORUS [x2]

So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you.
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded.
Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming.
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted.
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered.

I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert,
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime..

[clansman]

TAE A FART (BURNS SUPPER)
Oh whit a sleekit horrible beastie
lurks in your belly after the feastie
jist as you sit doon amang yer kin ...
There starts tae stir a normous' win'

The neeps 'n' tatties, mushy peas
Start workin' like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi the sauncie face
Will hae ye blowin 'a' ower the place

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'bodys gonny huv tae pay
Even when ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle

Ye hawd yer bum ticht tae the chair
An try tae stop the leakin' air
Shiftin' yersel fae cheek tae cheek
An pray tae god it disnae reek

But aw yer efforts go asunder
When oot it comes, a clap 'o thunder
Richochets aroon the room
Michty me a sonic boom!

God Almichty it fairly reeks
Hope a huvnae shat ma breeks
Tae the bog a better scurry
Aw whit the hell, it's no ma worry

A'body roon aboot me chokin'
Wan or twa ur nearly boakin
A'll feel better fur a while
Canny help but raise a smile

"Wis him!" I shout wi accusin' glower
Alas too late, he's just keeled ower
"Ye durty bugger!" they shout and stare
A dinna feel welcome any mair

But where ye go, let yer win' gang free
Sounds like jist the job tae me
But whit a fuss at Rabbies party
Ower the sake 'O' wan wee farty