Monday, January 25, 2010
Happy haggis and turnips
Well, there's only 4 minutes of it left in my country, and over in most of yours, but Happy Robert Burns night. There, I made it under the wire. :)
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Yours this moment I unseal,
ReplyDeleteAnd faith I'm gay and hearty!
To tell the truth and shame the deil,
I am as fou as Bartie:
But Foorsday, sir, my promise leal,
Expect me o' your partie,
If on a beastie I can speel,
Or hurl in a cartie.
And, here I thought I could decipher British. Shows what I know.
ReplyDeleteWhen Burns went to the intelligentsia in Edinburgh even they could not understand many of the words.
ReplyDeleteHe wrote as he spoke in a Galloway accent, or is that dialect? And dialects were much stronger in those days. He got on well with the ladies mind!
@A. - I am in awe! I am always in awe.
ReplyDelete@Stephanie B - Don't look to me for help! :)
@Adullamite: I sometimes think he just made some of that up! I heard about him and the ladies (I could tell you of another poem that even A. doesn't know about.)