The annual celebratory tribute to the life, works and spirit of the great Scottish poet, Robert Burns (1759-1796). Celebrated on, or about, the Bard's birthday, January 25th
Many poems and songs have been written by Ulster-Scots bards in praise of Burns. Ulster is the only area outwith Scotland where Scots has survived as a spoken language and Ive added 'Fae Twa Hunner Yeir' by Willie Drennan to the tail of this post.
...here's a brave wheen a Scottish delights i hoaked oot from Folksy
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Fae Twa Hunner Yeir
Its twa hunner yeir, ay, an mair
fae Rabbie writ wurds tae an air
an his wurds o rhyme we'r fit tae mine
fae twa hunner yeir in auld lang syne.
Noo, there's boadies wha scrieve an scribble,
some in sense, an some in dribble,
boadiesaye stringin wurds thegither,
tae mak a point, or jist in blether,
but gye few pit it ower sae weel,
fae oot tha hairt, an wae tha fel,
aye lae'in ye in a state o wunner,
as Burns did bak in seiventeen hunner -
wae taakin boot things he thocht wrang,
an singin o love throu poem an sang,
o birds an mice an girls mang barley rigs,
makin fun o ithers he thocht wus ligs.
He aye seen ayont tha guid an tha great
an dootfu daeins o kirk an state,
but for aa tha wee things he thocht richt -
wurds o licht aye poored sae bricht.
Ay, its twa hunner yeir, ay, an mair,
fae Rabbie writ wurds tae an air,
an his wurds rhyme we'r fit tae mine,
fae twa hunner yeir in auld lang syne.
- Willie Drennan
