Today is Robert Burns day (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) which we celebrated every year at Primary School from a young age, a memory I wont forget will be standing on stage in the village hall and reciting the poem Tam o'Shanter to our School in celebration of the well known Scottish Poet. Have a read at it and try and understand!
Tam o' Shanter
When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter,
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses
For honest men and bonie lasses.)
O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise,
As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice!
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum;
That frae November till October,
Ae market-day thou was nae sober;
That ilka melder, wi' the miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That every naig was ca'd a shoe on,
The smith and thee gat roaring fou on;
That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday,
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday.
She prophesied that late or soon,
Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon;
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.
An Extract by Robert Burns from Tam o' shanter.
Sourced from http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm
In my travels to the Highlands moving around Inverness.... .. I ventured to the pebble stone beach looking into the GIGANTIC loch that was Loch Ness.
