Tuesday, January 25, 2011

All Hale to the Scots...

Happy Rabbie Burns' Night everyone.

I dare you to print out one of his poems and make everyone you share a meal with tonight recite a verse in turn. Much whiskey permitted for older participants! (It helps!)

To get you started, the first verse of To a Mouse, written in 1785 when he was 26.

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.

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