Podcasts from the BBC of more than 300 Burns poems

just_thrifty

From Radio Scotland- "In celebration of the 250th anniversary of Robert Burns - over 300 poems have been recorded by actors from all generations."

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/podcasts/burns/

Listened to Tam O'Shanter today- haven't heard it being recited for years, it's a fantastic poem. I grew up in Ayrshire, so Burns' poems and songs are etched into your memory from an early age. OH is not Scottish- he doesn't appreciate Burns at all. Shocking!!

deejayen

Here's one for you to read

THE HAGGIS

The Haggis season has begun
All over Scotland every gun
is taken down with loving care
Though some prefer the Haggis snare
For Haggis are a wily lot
That's why they are so seldom shot
"We're the Haggis, aye, hooray;
We'll live until next Hogmany"

Its flying upside down and low
The guns all fire, but they're too slow
And though it's rather old and fat
It's awfully hard to hit like that
And as it flies off in the mist
Great hairy clansmen shake their fists
And scream their curses to the crags
And stamp on empty Haggis bags
And so the Haggis gets away
To live until next Hogmany

"We're the Haggis, aye, hooray
We'll live until next Hogmany"

:rotfl:

dobbiesloan

Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie,
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie.
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,
There sterts to stir an enormous wind.

The neeps and tatties and mushy peas,
Stert workin like a gentle breeze.
But soon the puddin’ wi the sauncie face,
Will have ye blawin’ all ower the place.

Nae matter whit ye try tae dae,
A’bodys gonnae have tae pay.
Even if ye try to stifle,
It’s like a bullet oot a rifle.

Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair,
Tae try and stop the leakin’ air.
Shift yersel frae cheek tae cheek,
Pray tae God it doesny reek.

But aw yer efforts go assunder,
Oot it comes – a clap o’ thunder.
Ricochets aroon the room,
Michty me, a sonic boom!

God almighty it fairly reeks,
Hope I huvnae pooed ma breeks!
Tae the loo I better scurry,
Aw who cares, its no ma worry.

A’body roon aboot me chokin,
Wan or two are nearly bokin.
I’ll feel better for a while,
Cannae help but raise a smile.

“Wis him!” I shout with accusin’ glower,
Alas too late, he’s just keeled ower!
“Ye dirty thing!” they shout and stare,
I don’t feel welcome any mair.

Where ere ye go let yer wind gang free,
Sounds like just the job fur me.
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty,
Ower the sake o’ wan wee ferty!!!

Pip26

Just off to celebrate at our local - haggis, potato & songs provided free! (have offered to contribute [to food not songs]) - traditional & vegetarian! (haggis that is) - here's to a good night to all! - think above is sample of evening awaiting me!!! .... :eek:....... have got the clothes pegs out .....

Cheers!!!!