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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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 )
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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)
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