December 2006
Monthly Archive
Robert Burns – The Auld Farmer’s New-Year
Posted by tadhg on 22 Dec 2006 | Tagged as: Podcasts
“A Guid New-Year I wish thee, Maggie!”
“It’s now some nine -an’-twenty year, sin thou was my guid-father’s meere;….”
“That day ye pranc’d wi’ muckle pride when ye bore home my bonnie bride;….”
“Many a sair darg we twa hae wrought, an’ wi’ the weary warl’ fought! An’ mony an anxious day I thought we would be beat! Yet here to crazy age we’re brought, wi, something yet.”.
Robert Burns – Death and Doctor Hornbook
Posted by tadhg on 12 Dec 2006 | Tagged as: Podcasts
“Some books are lies frae end to end, and some great lies were never penn’d…….”.
“Its stature seem’d lang Scotch ells twa, the queerest shape that e’er I saw,….”.
“‘Sax thousand years are near-hand fled, sin’ I was to the butchering bred;…’”.
“‘Where I kill’d ane, a fair strae-death, by loss of blood or want o’ breath, this night I’m free to tak my aith that Hornbook’s skill has clad a score i’ their last claith, by drap and pill.’”.
Robert Burns – The Twa Dogs
Posted by tadhg on 04 Dec 2006 | Tagged as: Podcasts
“The first I’ll name him, they ca’d him Caesar,… His locked, letter’d, braw brass collar, Shew’d him the gentleman ande scholar;…”.
“The tither was a ploughman’s collie, … And in his freaks had Luath ca’d him,…”
“I see how folk live that hae riches; but surely poor folk maun be wretches”.
“They’re no’ sae wretched’s ane wad think, though constantly on poortith’s brink:…”.
“Or down Italian vista startles, whore-mongering amang groves of myrtles;…. love-gifts of Carnival signoras.”.
“That when nae real ills perplex them, they make enow themselves to vex them,….”.
“Rejoiced they werena men but dogs;…”.
