November 2006
Monthly Archive
Monthly Archive
Posted by tadhg on 23 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: Podcasts
“Think, wicked sinner, wha ye’re skaithing, it’s just the bue-gown badge an’ claithing o’ saunts;…”.
“I’ve sent you here some rhyming ware, a’ that I bargain’d for an’ mair;…”.
“It pits me aye as mad’ s a hare; so I can rhyme nor write nae mair;…”.
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Enhanced Podcast: Play Now | Play in Popup | DownloadPosted by tadhg on 16 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: Podcasts
“But ance whan in my wooing pride I like a blockhead boost to ride, the wilfu’ creature sae I pat to, …I play’d my fillie sic a shavie, she’s a’ bedevil’d wi’ the spavie.”.
I’ve nane in female servan’ station, (Lord keep me aye frae a’ temptation!) I ha”e nae wife, and that my bliss is,…”.
“Frae this time forth, I do declare, I’se ne’er ride horse nor hizzie mair; thro’ dirt and dub for life I’ll paidle, ere I sae dear pay for a saddle; and travel a’ on foot I’ll shank it,…”.
Posted by tadhg on 15 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: mp3 feed, Podcasts
“Mak haste an’ turn king David owre, an’ lilt wi’ holy clangor;…”.
“There try his mettle on the creed, and bind him down, wi’ caution that stipend is a carnel weed he takes but for the fashion;…’.
“Nae mair by Babel streams we’ll weep, to think upon our Zion;…”.
“There Learning, with his greekish face, grunts out some Latin ditty;…”.
“O happy day! rejoice, rejoice! come bouse about the porter!”.
Posted by tadhg on 12 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: mp3 feed, Podcasts
“Let lofty firs, and ashes cool, my lowly banks o’erspread,….”.
“And here, by sweet endearing stealth, shall meet the loving pair,…”.
“Last day I grat wi’ spite and teen, as poet Burns came by, that to a bard I should be seen wi’ half my channel dry;…
But had I in my glory been , he, kneeling, wad ador’d me.”.
“The grace be – ‘Athole’s honest men, and Athole’s bonnie lasses!’”.
Posted by tadhg on 08 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: mp3 feed, Podcasts
“Sae I’ve begun to scrawl, but whether in rhyme, or prose, or baith thegither, or some hotch-potch that’s rightly neighter, let time mak proof;…”.
“Now comes the sax-an-twentieth simmer I’ve seen the bud upo’ the timmer,… but yet, despite the kittle kimmer, I, Rob, am here”.
“Then may Lapraik and burns arise, to reach their native kindred skies,….”.
Posted by tadhg on 04 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: mp3 feed
Longfellow wrote a poem in praise of Robbie Burns, about whom he says “He sings of love, whose flame illumes the darkness of lone cottage rooms”. He regrets “and then to die so young and leave unfinished what he might achieve!”; but thinks it better than to become “An old man in a country town, infirm and poor”. He bids him “Welcome! this vacant chair is thine, dear guest and ghost!”.
Posted by tadhg on 04 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: Podcasts
Longfellow wrote a poem in praise of Robbie Burns, about whom he says “He sings of love, whose flame illumes the darkness of lone cottage rooms”. He regrets “and then to die so young and leave unfinished what he might achieve!”; but thinks it better than to become “An old man in a country town, infirm and poor”. He bids him “Welcome! this vacant chair is thine, dear guest and ghost!”.
Posted by tadhg on 03 Nov 2006 | Tagged as: Podcasts
“O thou my Muse! guid auld Scotch drink, inspire me, till I lisp an’ wink, to sing thy name!”.
“It’s aye the cheapest lawyer’s fee to taste the barrel.”.
“O Whisky! soul o’ plays an’ pranks! accept a bardie’s gratefu’ thanks!”
“Thae curst horse-leeches o’ th’ Excise, wha mak the whisky stells their prize -….”.