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Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: November 30th, 2008, 7:14 pm
by Cuchulainn
red, red rose

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: November 30th, 2008, 7:26 pm
by Cuchulainn
capercaillieQuoteCha b' e sneachda 's an reòthadh bho thuath,Cha b' e 'n crannadh fuar bho 'n ear,Cha b 'e 'n uisge 's an gailleon bho 'n iar,Ach an galair a bhlean bho 'n deasBlàth, duilleach, stoc, agus freumhCanan mo threubh 's mo shluaidh.Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nam Féinn,Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nan Gaidheal.Uair chite fear-feilidh 'sa ghleannBu chinnteach gur gàidhlig a chainntAch spion iad a fhreumh as an fhonn'N aite gàidhlig tha canan a Ghoill'S a Ghaidhealtachd creadhal-nan-sonn'S tir mhajors is cholonels 'n diugh th' innt'.Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nam Féinn,Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nan Gaidheal.Far a nuas dhuinn na coinnleirean òir'S annt' caraibh coinlean geal ceirLasaibh suas iad an seòmair bhroinTìgh-'aire seann chanan a' Ghae'l'S sud o chionn fhad' thuirt a namhAch fhathast tha beò canan a' Ghae'l.Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nam Féinn,Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nan Gaidheal.Ged theich i le beath' as na glinnGed 's gann an diugh chluinntear i nis moO Dhuthaich MhicAoidh fada tuathGu ruig thu Druim-Uachdar nam boGigheal, dhi na Eileanan Siar'S i fhathast ann ciad chainnt an t-sloigh.Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nam Féinn,Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nan Gaidheal.Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nam Féinn,Thig thugainn, thig co-rium gu siarGus an cluinn sinn ann canan nan Gaidheal.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: November 30th, 2008, 7:47 pm
by trackstar
Green Hills of Tyrol - King's Own Scottish Borderers

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: November 30th, 2008, 7:54 pm
by trackstar
The Green Hills Of TyrolThere was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,Who wandered far away and soldiered far away,There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,He fought in many a fray and fought and won.He's seen the glory, he's told the story,Of battles glorious and deeds victorious.But now he's sighing, his heart is crying,To leave these green hills of Tyrol.Chorus:Because these green hills are not Highland hillsOr the Island's hills, they're not my land's hills,As fair as these green foreign hills may beThey are not the hills of home.And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,Who wandered far away and soldiered far away,Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling,And he will fade away, on that dark land.He called his piper, his trusty piper,And bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play,Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillsideNot on these green hills of TyrolChorus:And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more,Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside,You'll see a piper play this soldier home.He's seen the glory, he's told the story,Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious;But he will cease now, he is at peace now,Far from these green hills of Tyrol

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: November 30th, 2008, 8:11 pm
by Cuchulainn
barren rocks of Aden Sir Patrick Spens, ballardSwarbrigg version

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: November 30th, 2008, 8:23 pm
by trackstar
One more for the road:Massed Pipes and Drums - Edinburgh Military Tattoo 2007

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 1st, 2008, 10:19 pm
by Marsden
QuoteOriginally posted by: Cuchulainncapercaillie?

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 10:00 am
by hungryquant
Maybe if he had been around today there would have been an ode to these beauties

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 1:50 pm
by trackstar
hungryquant,we know that you love pig in blanket. Have you ever tried haggis?Perhaps with a bit of The Macallans

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 1:55 pm
by hungryquant
I have I love haggis : ) , mrs hungryquant is form Lanarkshire so I always get haggis, tatties and neeps when I go to visit. Plus her dad keeps a mean whiskey cabinet I have also sampled the delights of deep fried pizza , which was actually really nice whilst eating but made me feel awful after !

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 2:07 pm
by trackstar
LOL!Scotch DrinkLet other poets raise a fracas Bout vines and wines, and drunken Bacchus, And crabbit names and stories wrack us, And grate our lug: I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, In glass or jug. Oh thou, my Muse! Guid auld Scotch drink! Whether thro wimplin worms thou jink, Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink, In glorious faem, Inspire me, till I lisp and wink, To sing thy name. Let husky wheat the haughs adorn, An oats set up their awnie horn, An pease and beans at e'en or morn, Perfume the plain: Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn, Thou king o' grain. On thee aft Scotland chows her cood, In souple scones, the wale o' food! Or tumblin' in the boiling flood Wi' kail and beef; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood, There thou shines chief. Food fills the wame, and keeps us livin'; Tho' life's a gift no worth receivin', When heavy-dragg'd wi pine and grievin'; But oiled by thee, The wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin', Wi' rattlin' glee. Thou clear's the head o' doited Lear: Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care; Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair, At's weary toil: Thou even brightens dark Despair Wi' gloomy smile. Aft, clad in massy siller weed, Wi' gentles thou erects thy head; Yet humbly kind, in time o' need, The poor man's wine, His wee drap parritch, or his bread, Thou kitchens fine. Thou art the life o' public haunts; But thee, what were our fairs and rants? Ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts, By thee inspir'd, When gaping they besiege the tents, Are doubly fir'd. That merry night we get the corn in, O sweetly then thou reams die horn in! Or reekin' on a New-Year mornin' In cog or bicker, And just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in, And gusty sucker! When Vulcan gies his bellows breath, An' ploughmen gather wi' their graith, O rare to see thee fizz and freath I' the lugget caup! Then Burnewin comes on like death At ev'ry chap. Nae mercy, then, for airn or steel; The brawnie, banie, ploughman chiel, Brings hard owrehip, wi' sturdy wheel, The strong forehammer, Till block and studdie ring and reel Wi' dinsome clamour. When skirlin' weanies see the light, Thou maks the gossips clatter bright How fumblin' cuifs their dearies slight - Wae worth the name! Nae howdie gets a social night, Or plack frae them. When neibors anger at a plea, And just as wud as wud can be, How easy can the barley-bree Cement the quarrel! It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee To taste the barrel. Alake! That e'er my muse has reason To wyte her countrymen wi' treason; But mony daily weet their weason Wi' liquors nice, And hardly in a winter's season, E'er spier her price. Wae worth that Brandy, burning trash! Fell source o' mony a pain and brash! Twins mony a poor, doylt, drucken hash, O' half his days; And sends beside, auld Scotland's cash Tae her worst faes. Ye Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well! Ye chief, to you my tale I tell, Poor plackless devils like mysel' It sets you ill, Wi' bitter, dearthfu' wines to mell, Or foreign gill. - Robert Burns

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 2:17 pm
by hungryquant
QuoteOriginally posted by: mackbarhungryquant,we know that you love pig in blanket. Have you ever tried haggis?Perhaps with a bit of The Macallans 82 year old whiskey ! , I'd kill for a decent measure of that (well maim at the very least......)

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 2:56 pm
by trackstar
I'll provide the Scottish sword:

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 3:12 pm
by Cuchulainn
QuoteOriginally posted by: MarsdenQuoteOriginally posted by: Cuchulainncapercaillie?Yes, I believe it means 'grouse' in Scots Gaelic. Notice Donal Lunny (ex-Bothy Band) on the bouzuki in this Scots_Donegal group.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 2nd, 2008, 3:14 pm
by Cuchulainn
This is for the newbies, kinda pulls at ya..Steve Martin