Burns Night 2014

T HE 255 TH C ELEBRATION OF THE S COTTISH B ARD

Robert Burns

25 J ANUARY 1759 – 21 J ULY 1796

T H E C AMBRIDGE S OCI ETY

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W AS HINGTON DC

T WEN TY -F IFTH , J AN UARY , 2014 A T H ALF S IX E LEPHAN T

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E V E N T P RO G R A M M E S EATING AND S UPPER ORDERS S HEPHERD ' S P IE F ISH & C HIPS S TEAK & M U SHROOM P IE Y ORKSHIRE P UD D IN G B UTTER C HI CK EN B ANG ERS & M ASH T OMATO B ASIL L IN G UINI

T HE S ELKIRK G RACE S OME HAE M EAT AN D CAN N A EAT , A N D S O M E WAD EAT THAT WAN T IT , B UT W E HAE MEAT AN D W E CAN EAT , S AE LET THE L ORD BE THAN KIT .

R EAD BY D AN IEL G ALLAG HER (C L ARE )

A DDRESS

TO THE

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S UPPER S PEECHES T HE I MMORTAL ( AN D N OT S O I MMORTAL ) M EMOR Y : B URN S AN D HIS P RED EC ESSORS R EAD BY D AVID H UMPHRIES (K ING ’ S )

T OAST TO THE L ADS & L ASSIES: T HE B ALLAD OF J OHN AND N AN CY P LAYED BY E LIZABETH S CHILL (S T . E D MUN D ’ S ) &

P ETER H AN SEN (H UG HES )

A ULD L ANG S YNE

A D D R E S S TO T H E H A G G I S 1786 F AIR FA' YOUR HONEST, SONSIE FACE,

I S THERE THAT OWRE HIS F RENCH RAGOUT,

G REAT CHIEFTAIN O' THE PUDDIN- RACE!

O R OLIO THAT WAD STAW A SOW,

A BOON THEM A' YE TAK YOUR PLACE,

O R FRICASSEE WAD MAK HER SPEW

P AINCH, TRIPE, OR THAIRM:

W I PERFECT SCUNNER,

W EEL ARE YE WORDY OF A GRACE

L OOKS DOWN WI' SNEERING, SCORNFU' VIEW

A S LANG' S MY ARM.

O N SIC A DINNER?

T HE GROANING TRENCHER THERE YE FILL,

P O O R D E V I L ! S E E H I M O W R E H I S trash,

Y OUR HUDIES LIKE A DISTANT HILL,

A S FECKLESS AS A WITHER' D RASH,

Y OUR PIN WAD HELP TO MEND A MILL

H IS SPINDLE SHANK A GUID WHIP- LASH,

I N TIME O' NEED,

H IS NIEVE A NIT;

W HILE THRO' YOUR PORES THE DEWS DISTIL

T HO' BLUIDY FLOOD OR FIELD TO DASH,

L IKE AMBER BEAD.

O HOW UNFIT.

H IS KNIFE SEE RUSTIC L ABOUR DIGHT,

B UT MARK THE RUSTIC, HAGGIS- FED,

A N' CUT YE UP WI' READY SLIGHT,

T HE TREMBLING EARTH RESOUNDS HIS TREAD,

T RENCHING YOUR GUSHING ENTRAILS BRIGHT,

C LAP IN HIS WALIE NIEVE A BLADE,

L IKE ONIE DITCH;

H E' LL MAKE IT WHISTLE;

A ND THEN, O WHAT A GLORIOUS SIGHT,

A N' LEGS, AN' ARMS, AN' HEADS WILL SNED

W ARM- REEKING, RICH!

L IKE TAPS O' THRISSLE.

T HEN HORN FOR HORN, THEY STRETCH AN'

Y E POW' RS, WHA MAK MANKIND YOUR CARE,

STRIVE:

A ND DISH THEM OUT THEIR BILL O' FARE,

D EIL TAK THE HINDMOST, ON THEY DRIVE,

A ULD S COTLAND WANTS NAE SKINKING

T ILL A' THEIR WEEL- SWALL' D KYTES BELYVE

WARE,

A RE BENT LIKE DRUMS;

T HAT JAUPS IN LUGGIES;

T HEN AULD G UIDMAN, MAIST LIKE TO RIVE,

B UT IF YE WISH HER GRATFU' PRAYER,

' B ETHANKIT! ' HUMS.

G IE HER A H AGGIS!

Rabbie Burns

A ULD LANG SYNE (1788)

S HOULD

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AUL D ACQ UAIN TAN CE BE FO RG OT , AN D AULD LAN G SYN E !

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AULD L AN G SYN E , MY JO ,

FOR AULD L AN G SYN E , W E ’ LL TAK A CUP O ’ KIN D N ESS YET , FOR AULD L AN G SYN E .

AND

SURELY YE ’ LL BE YO UR PIN T - S T O W P AN D SURELY

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W E ’ LL TAK A CUP O ’ KIN D N ESS YET , FOR AULD L AN G SYN E .

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TWA HAE RUN ABOU T THE BRAES , AN D PU ’ D THE G OWAN S FIN E

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WE ’ VE WAN D ER ’ D MON Y A WEAR Y FIT , SIN AULD LAN G SYN E .

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THERE ’ S A HAN D , MY TRUSTY FI ERE AN D G IE ' S A HAN D O ’ THIN E

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WE ’ LL TAK A RIG HT G UD E - WILL Y WAUG HT , FOR AULD L AN G SYN E .

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