In our house, we'll celebrate with our fourth annual Burns Dinner, complete with wine, whisky, lamb, neaps and tatties, and of course, a lovely haggis. (This year, in fact, I aim to get a fresh-made haggis from a local butcher!)
The Burns Dinner is my personal highlight in January. I simply cannot wait!!
Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks,
I wat they did na weary;
And unco tales, an' funnie jokes,
Their sports were cheap an' cheary:
Till buttr'd So'ns, wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a steerin;
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
They parted aff careerin
Fu' blythe that night.
Translation:
With merry songs, and friendly cracks,
I wonder they did not weary;
And uncommon tales, and funny jokes,
Their sports were cheap and cheery:
Til buttered scones with fragrant steam,
Set all their talk a steering;
Since, with a social glass of spirits,
They partied off careering
Full of vigor that night.
I wat they did na weary;
And unco tales, an' funnie jokes,
Their sports were cheap an' cheary:
Till buttr'd So'ns, wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a steerin;
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
They parted aff careerin
Fu' blythe that night.
Translation:
With merry songs, and friendly cracks,
I wonder they did not weary;
And uncommon tales, and funny jokes,
Their sports were cheap and cheery:
Til buttered scones with fragrant steam,
Set all their talk a steering;
Since, with a social glass of spirits,
They partied off careering
Full of vigor that night.