Comments on: robert burns | some hae meat

By: Alice D'Alessio

Alice D'Alessio — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 19:34:59 +0000

I always loved Bobbie Burns, though my father, a Brit, sneered at the Scots language (why can’t they speak correctly?) I was always charmed by the Gaelic lilt of it – especially after I gained a Scots mother-in-law, who could roll it off her tongue with such insouciance. // I inherited an 8 Volume set of the Works of Robert Burns, published in 1834 by James Cochrane & Co., London “handsomely bound in Half-Polished Blue Morocco – a Choice Set, sold for 3 pounds, 12 shillings and sixpence”which I have not read in its entirety…but your entry drove me to it immediately, and I rediscovered what I always liked about Burns – the music, the irreverance, and the humaness – joy and despondency in equal measure. Thank you for helping me reacquaint with Burns.

By: Bill Olson

Bill Olson — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 22:43:48 +0000

RHYMER ROBIN

Two hundred years and more have gone
Since Robin’s pen inscribed upon
Our hearts the feelings from his own.
His words give pleasure
And through his eyes lang syne is shown
His timeless treasure.

The lives of all, both rich and poor
Are shown quite right we can be sure
As Robin takes us on a tour
Through Bonnie Scotland
Our mood will not be sad or dour
While learning legend.

We meet his bonnie Jean and Nell,
We loose our hearts beneath their spell.
Of Mary Morrison as well
As Tam and Mailie
And Highland Mary he would tell-
And of Prince Charlie.

To mouse or louse or haggis sight
He’d write a verse to shed some light
On what to him was wrong or right
Of Scotia’s fashion.
The good he’d praise, the bad he’d fight
With equal passion.

By: Ralph Murre

Ralph Murre — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 21:37:47 +0000

‘Til a’ ink wells gang dry, Dear Rob,
and a’ the nibs lie rusty,
We will luve thee still, Dear Rob,
and quote y’r words, sae lusty.

- RM

By: DOMINO

DOMINO — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 22:43:58 +0000

Phew. I read the whole thing! Thanks. I enjoyed that.