Burns Night
Burns Night
The 25th. Don't forget!
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
"Bethankit!" 'hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
"Bethankit!" 'hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!
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Re: Burns Night
I tried Google Translate with the above, but it gives an error message - "Not a Recognised Language".
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There are approx a dozen words i reconise as being human the rest nay clu jimmy .jackspratt wrote:I tried Google Translate with the above, but it gives an error message - "Not a Recognised Language".
GET UR HAGGIS N LORNE SAUSAGE @ CHERN CHIM.
Mash..... neeps n tatties
Re: Burns Night
English Translationtamada wrote:The 25th. Don't forget!
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
"Bethankit!" 'hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!
Fair full your honest, jolly face,
Great chieftain of the sausage race!
Above them all you take your place,
Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm.
The groaning trencher there you fill,
Your buttocks like a distant hill,
Your pin would help to mend a mill
In time of need,
While through your pores the dews distill
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
And cut you up with ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like any ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm steaming, rich!
Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,
Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
Are bent like drums;
Then old Master of the house, most like to burst,
'The grace!' hums.
Is there that over his French ragout,
Or olio that would sicken a sow,
Or fricassee would make her throw-up
With perfect disgust,
Looks down with sneering, scornful view
On such a dinner?
Poor devil! see him over his trash,
As feeble as a withered rush,
His thin legs a good whip-lash,
His fist a nut;
Through bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit.
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his ample fist a blade,
He will make it whistle;
And legs, and arms, and heads will crop
Like tops of thistle.
You powers, who make mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill of fare,
Old Scotland want no watery ware,
That splashes in small wooden dishes;
But is you wish her grateful prayer,
Give her a Haggis!
Re: Burns Night
Thanks for that WJ and happy Burns night too you sir, read trhu your translation a few times and putting the words together - totally lost me .
mash ... likes hurdies !!!!
mash ... likes hurdies !!!!
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burns_supper
Entrance of the haggis
Everyone stands as the main course is brought in. This is always a haggis on a large dish. It is usually brought in by the cook, generally while a piper plays bagpipes and leads the way to the host's table, where the haggis is laid down. He/she might play 'A man's a man for a' that', 'Robbie Burns Medley' or 'The Star O' Robbie Burns'. The host, or perhaps a guest with a talent, then recites the Address To a Haggis:
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, (sonsie = jolly/cheerful)
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place, (aboon = above)
Painch, tripe, or thairm: (painch = paunch/stomach, thairm = intestine)
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill, (hurdies = buttocks)
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dicht, (dicht = wipe, here with the idea of sharpening)
An' cut you up wi' ready slicht, (slicht = skill)
Trenching your gushing entrails bricht,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sicht,
Warm-reekin, rich! (reeking = steaming)
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmaist! on they drive, (deil = devil)
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, (swall'd = swollen, kytes = bellies, belyve = soon)
Are bent like drums; (bent like = tight as)
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, (auld Guidman = the man of the house, rive = tear, i.e. burst)
"Bethankit" hums.
Is there that o're his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow, (olio = stew, from Spanish olla'/stew pot, staw = make sick)
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect scunner, (scunner = disgust)
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit; (nieve = fist, nit = louse's egg, i.e. tiny)
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his wallie nieve a blade, (wallie = mighty, nieve = fist)
He'll mak it whistle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned, (sned = cut off)
Like taps o' thristle. (thristle = thistle)
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinkin ware (skinkin ware = watery soup)
That jaups in luggies; (jaups = slops about, luggies = two-"eared" (handled) continental bowls)
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!
At the line His knife see rustic Labour dicht the speaker normally draws and cleans a knife, and at the line An' cut you up wi' ready slicht, plunges it into the haggis and cuts it open from end to end. When done properly this "ceremony" is a highlight of the evening.
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For those unfamiliar with Haggis, it should be noted that in some areas of the world Haggis is deemed to be a dangerous substance; for instance, its importation into the US was banned some 40 years ago in 1971
However, if you have the money there are still dealers in some of the more remote parts of the world (like Scotland and Udon) who traffic in this banned substance
However, if you have the money there are still dealers in some of the more remote parts of the world (like Scotland and Udon) who traffic in this banned substance
Re: Burns Night
Some of my best friends are scottish. 9 times out of ten they just punch each others heads in over Aberdeen and Glasgow Rangers. Nice fellas though. They would have no idea what that song was about. Tennants extra and WFB's, they'll know all about those things.
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Re: Burns Night RAPP BY MASH
CHERN CHIM would like to point out that no animals , people including WFBs were hurt in the making of their haggis , going well trafficed approx 4 kg this morning with a street value of over 1000 bt .JimboPSM wrote:For those unfamiliar with Haggis, it should be noted that in some areas of the world Haggis is deemed to be a dangerous substance; for instance, its importation into the US was banned some 40 years ago in 1971
However, if you have the money there are still dealers in some of the more remote parts of the world (like Scotland and Udon) who traffic in this banned substance
YO MAN GIVE ME A HAGGIS ANY TIME - ITS SO FINE - NICE TO DINE - BETTER THAN A LINE - JUST GIVE ME THE SIGN !!
Mash ...... rapper n sausage smuggler - its a fair cop
Re: Burns Night
up to the usual high standard mash,a load of rap :-" :-" :-" .Don't give up the day job
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Just received this e-mail with an embarassingly topical punch line:
Prince Charles was visiting an Edinburgh hospital.
He entered a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greeted one.
The patient replied:Charles was confused, so he just smiled and moved on to the next patient.
- "Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin race,
Aboon them a ye take yer place,
Painch, tripe or thairm,
As langs my airm."
This one responded with:Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the Prince moved on to the next patient, who immediately began to chant:
- "Some hae meat an canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat an we can eat,
So let the Lord be thankit."Now seriously troubled, Charles turned to the accompanying doctor and asked, "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
- "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,
O the panic in thy breasty,
Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
Wi bickering brattle."
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"No," replied the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit."
Re: Burns Night
Rap for Jimbo,,,,
Hey J your post maketh me grin - thats no sin - aint no sh*t in the chern chim bin - even cider by the tin and big boss fat Jon hes like my kin ............ as for Johnty hes from Liverpool - lifes so cruel works on the rigs servin gruel then drops in to udon to top up the fuel , hes achef with a touch of class comes in chern chim and feels my ass.....
MC mASH ..... aint nothin like rappin in chern chim its free mr mash hung like a donkeeeeeeeee.
Hey J your post maketh me grin - thats no sin - aint no sh*t in the chern chim bin - even cider by the tin and big boss fat Jon hes like my kin ............ as for Johnty hes from Liverpool - lifes so cruel works on the rigs servin gruel then drops in to udon to top up the fuel , hes achef with a touch of class comes in chern chim and feels my ass.....
MC mASH ..... aint nothin like rappin in chern chim its free mr mash hung like a donkeeeeeeeee.
Re: Burns Night rap by mash
pienmash wrote:Rap for Jimbo,,,,
Hey J your post maketh me grin - thats no sin - aint no sh*t in the chern chim bin - even cider by the tin and big boss fat Jon hes like my kin ............ as for Johnty hes from Liverpool - lifes so cruel works on the rigs servin gruel then drops in to udon to top up the fuel , hes achef with a touch of class comes in chern chim and feels my ass.....
MC mASH ..... aint nothin like rappin in chern chim its free mr mash hung like a donkeeeeeeeee.
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Hmm..."Illicit Haggis " ...great name for a Scottish punk rock group .JimboPSM wrote:For those unfamiliar with Haggis, it should be noted that in some areas of the world Haggis is deemed to be a dangerous substance; for instance, its importation into the US was banned some 40 years ago in 1971
However, if you have the money there are still dealers in some of the more remote parts of the world (like Scotland and Udon) who traffic in this banned substance
Re: Burns Night
Mr Mashman,just gone right down in my opinion,you can usually call me what you like,but a SCALLY??????,now i know exactly what they mean in the UK about the education system being below par (especially geography ),seems that whoever put the cu** in scunthorpe was right :-" :-" :-"
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Re: Burns Night
As there appears to be some degree of interest in Haggis a few facts may be of interest to forum members.
The Scotsman has a large amount of information about Haggis on its website where it is broken down into 12 sections (on a drop down menu), there is far too much diligently researched information in it to reproduce on this thread so I will just list the headings, the full information can be found here: http://haggishunt.scotsman.com/
The Scotsman has a large amount of information about Haggis on its website where it is broken down into 12 sections (on a drop down menu), there is far too much diligently researched information in it to reproduce on this thread so I will just list the headings, the full information can be found here: http://haggishunt.scotsman.com/
- Part 1: Myths
Part 2: Facts
Part 3: Zoology
Part 4: History Part I
Part 5: History Part II
Part 6: Hunting Tips
Part 7: Jargon
Part 8: The Ghillie
Part 9: Burns’ nicht
Part 10: Drinks
Part 11: Other uses
Part 12: Hunting pioneers
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Rap for johnters.johnty. wrote:Mr Mashman,just gone right down in my opinion,you can usually call me what you like,but a SCALLY??????,now i know exactly what they mean in the UK about the education system being below par (especially geography ),seems that whoever put the cu** in scunthorpe was right :-" :-" :-"
geograghy , photography , pornography lets put this thread to bed - i know your a red - surely a manc - but to be frank - only ryhming word was w*nk - thats not nice - at any price - lets throw the dice and hope - cos theres no cu*t in SCUNTHOPE - hes in udon purveying quality food - a real cool dude - never rude - sometimes near the knuckle - as safe as as wiss army belt buckle - as for johntys cider gravy not to be missed - just an excuse for him to get pissed - on the menu or is that manu - better to be a claret n blu .......
mASH ...... turning black n full o tatts
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Hats off mash....Top Man =D> =D> =D>
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IT'S NOT A SONG OLD TIMER ITS A POEM
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I wasn't sure if it was a song or not. My Scottish friends told me to f off. So without reasearch and much looking at the lyrics, I put it down to a song. Looks like I got it wrong. I'll probably make the same mistake again. Easy to understand why.
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