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Burns Night Tradition

It is customary in Scotland and in places all over the world where Scottish people have settled to celebrate Burns Night on the 25th January with a Burns Supper. It can be a grand affair, with metres of tartan on display, bagpipes sounding, various addresses delivered and plenty of whisky flowing.  Don’t be fooled: despite best behaviours and patience during and rapturous applause after the speeches, we are all waiting for the haggis, neeps and tatties to adorn our plates and fill our bellies, washed down with whatever your liquor is.

On that day, most people have a go at emulating the great man Rabbie Burns who, amongst other professions, was a reputed bard.  Makeshift poetry is told  for the “pleasure” of all who have to listen. If you want some haggis, you do need to sing for your supper!

I am quite fond of the beastie maself, so for a bit of fun – and to earn my plate of the national dish – here are the poems I’ll say on the Night, especially penned by a guid lad whose Scots lingo holds no mystery.

Burns Night poems

Invitation to the Lassies

Mothers and daughters
Need help with their colours
They come in their droves
To sort out their clothes

“Your wardrobe is foosty”
Says Edith fae Carnoustie
Dress well, Feel amazing
Make a rendez-vous with French Dressing.

 

Mighty Tartan

When yer claes are so greige
N’ you want to be a smart’an,
It’s Burns Nicht,
Put on some tartan!

If ye’re strugglin wi’ yer claes
Dinnae be fear’d
Come ower here and tak
A French Dressing caird

Say Chee’o to Drab
n’ Fit Like to Fab
wi’ French Dressing

 

Happy Burns Night to ye all! #TaeTheBard #BurnsNight #RobertBurns