A guid wee nicht...celebrating Burns

 

 

  A guid, blythe nicht we huckle doon,

To hail oor Bard an’ strum a tune;

His words, like wine, grew rich wi’ time,

Frae tender heart tae rovin’ rhyme.

Jane set the board wi’ kindly care,

A haggis fine beyond compare;

Its savour deep, its warmth sae braw,

Sae rich an’ tasty, we ate it a’.

Wi’ David, nae a glass lay empty,

There wis baith red an’ white wine aplenty;

Nae cup sat still, nae thirst unkent,

While cheer an’ laughter round were sent.

Then Geoff an’ Cally, strings in hand,

Brought music ower the happy band;

Their tunes had us a’ in lively strappin’,

Wi’ sang an’ hearty, thumpin’ clappin’.

Wi’ Jane an’ David guid an’ kind, 

An’ Geoff an’ Cally’s sounds entwined. 

A Bard, a feast, a dram, a rhyme

Wi freens we had a lovely time