Burns night

[chickenfeet]

No not the 'loafers; former gophers' Burns but the one from the land of the deepfried Mars Bar. Just to show I am not horribly prejudiced against all things Scottish I offer up a fine piece full of words that frankie_ecap will be convinced are made up, though they aren't really (most of them anyway). It's from the pen of the esteemed, gallant and scholarly Hamish Henderson.

Roch the wind in the clear day dawin'
Blaws the cloods heelster-gowdie o'er the bay
But there's mair nor a roch wind blawin'
Through the great glen o' the warld the day
It's a thocht that would gar oor rottans
A' thae rogues that gang gallus, fresh and gay
Tak' the road tae seek ither loanin's
Their ill ploys tae sport and play

Nae mair will oor bonnie callants
Mairch tae war when the braggarts croosely craw
Nor wee weans frae pitheid and clachan
Mourn the ships sailin' doon the Broomielaw
Broken faim'lies in lands we've harried
Will curse Scotland the brave nae mair, nae mair
Black and white, ane til th' ither married
Mak' the vile barracks o' their maisters bare

So, cam' all ye at hame wi' freedom
Never heed whit the hoodies croak for doom
In your hoose a' the bairns o' Adam
Will find breid, barley bree an' painted room
When MacLean meets wi' his freends in Springburn
A' the roses and geans will turn tae bloom
And a black boy frae yont Nyanga
Dings the fell gallows o' the burghers doon

Comments

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

As an old Springburn boy, I have to say I'm surprised that hoodies were getting a bad name, even then. But aye, gallus then, gallus still, for aw that.

[chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com]

Rampant speciesism...

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Just shot the craw...