Its the Bard's birthday - Robert
Burns was born on this day in 1759. Many
Scots, all over the world, traditionally celebrate tonight by attending a Burns
Supper. As usual they will eat haggis,
drink whisky and listen to poetry written by Burns.
Although I'm a Scot, living in
Scotland, I usually avoid these because I actually don't like either haggis or
whisky! (If this ends up being my last
blog post, then you'll know that these remarks have been taken as the spouting
of treason and I'm incarcerated in Edinburgh Castle dungeon - if it has one!)
Anyway, I much prefer Burns'
lesser known poems, especially the ones with a bit of humour. So I thought I'd share this one with you:-
Reply to an Invitation
Sir.
Yours this moment I unseal,
And faith! I'm gay and hearty,
To tell the truth and shame the
Deil, devil
I am as fou as Bartie. drunk
But Foorsday, Sir, my promise
leal, Thursday;
true
Expect me o' your partie,
If on a beastie I can speel climb
Or hurl in a cartie. trundle
Yours, - Robert Burns
What a fabulous reply!
I've already blogged about Burns
and the Greenock connection - you can read about it here.
Enjoy what's left of your Friday.
Love, Liz