Photos from Burns Night
Address to a Haggis
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 of a grace As lang’s my arm.
His knife see Rustic-labour dight, An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich!
Saturday 23rd January 2016 brought another wonderful evening helping the Scots to celebrate Burns Night. There was an attendance of 92 and just over £600 was raised.
The evening started with a special Grace given by Dianne and John Sutherland then we toasted The Haggis and Peter Leith’s excellent Address with a tot of whisky before sitting down to a hot and tasty meal of haggis, tatties and neeps, followed by a raspberry dessert, Cranachan. Many thanks to Nicky, Jan and Sheila for organising the meal – also many people who pitched in to help before and during the evening to produce and serve it.
After 4 years we are all getting quite proficient with the dancing and I think we need a new and bigger hall to accommodate all the keen dancers. It certainly was a full floor.
We ended with Auld Lang Syne,
Jenny and Judith were given a huge bouquet each for calling the dances.
Looking forward to next year and perhaps you can all learn the two verses above to join in - even better, find out what the words of this great poem mean!
DG - photos John Gale