Wee, sleekit, cowrin’, tim’rous beastie,
Oh what a panic’s in thy breastie,
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle,
I wad be laith to rin and chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle!
And there are many more verses like this …
Happy Burns Day!
Photo taken a couple of years ago when we unearthed a mouse in our compost heap. A bit like when Burns turned up a nest of mice with the plough back in 1785, which gave him the idea for this poem! No poetry for me in 2020, but I did take a photo of the tim’rous beastie and gave the photo a bit of a seeing to on the Waterlogue App for today. 🏴🥃
I recognise that verse as it’s always recited at our local papers Burns Night supper. Sadly I cannot understand half of it!! Spoken by our retired Scottish doctor in proper dialogue so not easy for us Sassenachs! Sadly it was cancelled this year. I love this picture…the perfect pattern for beautiful material.
@radiogirl Not last night, no, we had venison. But we did attend a Burns supper at the weekend, and so had the traditional meal of cock a' leekie soup and haggis, neeps and tatties, then!
@jb030958 It's a very Scottish thing! We celebrate the birthday of Scotland's famous bard, Robbie Burns, every year on 25th January. There's a whole ritual around the celebration, and a small part of it is eating haggis (sheep's stomach stuffed with a mixture of spices, oats and offal). Apparently the first Burns Supper was held in 1801.
Happy Robbie Burns day, are you celebrating with some haggis?