Burns night

[wendy]

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/bu ... 01133.html

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[maureenho]

They can keep their Haggis .... yuk

[annie]

I don't particularly celebrate Burns night, but love haggis, tatties & neeps &I always buy a haggis from my butcher in January & share the mealwith my daughter, whom also loves it. Bill can't stand it

[chenrezig]

Never tried Haggis myself in spite of being 25% Scots ... Bruv who is a veggie went to Scotland once and found a tinned veggie one !

[Rosalind]

I have got more Scottish blood than English blood in me and enjoy haggis, tatties and neeps. My dad called me a heathen as I have gravy on mine, as it is to dry for me, you are only suppose to have butter on. do877 Will have some during the week.

[annie]

I couldn't eat it dry either Rosalind, I have gravy too

[Rosalind]

We can be heathens together Annie do877

[maureenho]

To a Mouse
By Robert Burns

On Turning up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

[wendy]

I would love to hear you read that MO........................

[annie]

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