SCOTTISH ENTERTAINMENT
-PIPERS
- HIGHLAND DANCERS
- SCOTTISH MUSIC
Accordian player/singer Sheila Burtch
DOOR PRIZES
50/50 DRAW
LOADS OF FUN FOR ALL
The Burns Supper
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.
Address to a Haggis - with Walt Freeman
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm:Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm.The groaning trencher there ye fill,Your hurdies like a distant hill,Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need,While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight,An' cut you up wi' ready slight,Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like ony ditch;And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,Are bent like drums;Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,Bethankit 'hums. ***************************************************************************************************************************
