Rabbie Burns Supper

Burns Night - a Celebration of the National Poet of Scotland

Rabbie Burns

"A Red, Red Rose,"

O my luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June;
O mu luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
O I will luve thee still, my dear While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! And fare-thee-weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand miles.
O my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune.
---Robert Burns


The Burns Supper I'd love to go to is in Girvan, Scotland.
Maybe next year 2004.

With a little bit of planning anyone can enjoy a Burns Night celebration.
All that's needed is a place to gather (gracious host), plenty of haggis and neeps to go around (splendid chef), a master of ceremonies, friendly celebrants, and good Scotch drink to keep you warm.
With these ingredients, at least a few celebrants will be able to make prattling fools of themselves, trying to do justice to the words and spirit of Robert Burns.
And if everyone brings along a wee dram and a bit of poetry, prose or song then each, in turn, may become an object of mirth and amusement to the gathered throng.
Be prepared to enjoy yourself beyond all expectation. With good cheer and gay company we all may, in short, be able to ring in the Bard's birthday.


This year I enjoyed Burns Supper at the Tir nan Og here in Kingston.
To put it mildly, it was wonderful, GREAT music, superb food,
and excellent company, all meant for a night to remember.

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