Friday, January 25, 2008

Auld Lang Syne

"And there's a hand, my trusty fiere! / And gie's a hand o' thine! / And we'll tak' a right guid-willie waught / For auld lang syne."

Robbie Burns, the famed Bard of Scotland, was born on this day 249 years ago. Co` latha breith sona dhuibh!

Tonight, I will celebrate his birthday at the Rose and Crown Pub in Edmonton, where the haggis will be paraded in with pipes, poetry, and pomp. There will be a toast to the lassies and a reading of some of Burns' finest works.

Here's one of my favorites:

Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver [1791]

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!

Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,
We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;
There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!

What is the Bard here advising young Johnie to do?
a) turn up the brim of his fine, velvety hat
b) engage in some sort of fornicatory activity
c) man up
d) all of the above

Oh, English language, I love you. [At least, I think Burns wrote in English... ]



"Auld Lang Syne" by Robbie Burns
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