Here's a health to them that's awa

[malsperanza]

Happy Birthday to Robbie Burns. Drink a dram tonight to the poet and pornographer, free spirit and activist, dead at 37.

Even better, read one of the man's pomes. Here's a good one:

Nine Inch Will Please a Lady

Or, if you are wanting the political in its, um, stricter sense:

'Tis liberty's bold note I swell

But avoid the haggis.

Comments

[black-dog.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the link. Now there's a healthy antidote to too many "wee sleekit cowerin timorous beasties." Five times, you say?

[malsperanza.livejournal.com]

That far north, the winter nichts du get mickle lang, though to be sure, it's no the length, but it's the double drivin.

Poor Burns, doomed to go down in history as author of My Luv Is Like a Red Red Rose. Terribly unfair.

[black-dog.livejournal.com]

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

You know, on reflection, he might have something there to please a lady.

[malsperanza.livejournal.com]

He might indeed.

*rummagerummage* Ah, here it is: Lagavulin, the TE Lawrence of whiskies. ("Of course it hurts. The trick is not minding that it hurts.")

*Pours a generous wee dram, for it will not do to stint the man*

Here's to you, Robbie Burns.

Ah.
Ouch.