How you celebrate Burns Night? Bagpipes, tatties, haggis and poetry.

My neighbor down the street lived in Scotland for about a decade. He and his family are hosting a Burns Night this weekend, looking forward to it. His haggis got delivered to the wrong house, so I went on a Haggis Hunt yesterday to locate it

That was great. I had never heard it before.

And it just totally proves that people in the distant past were just as vulgar and dirty as we are now.

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'Twas on the first of August the party, it began.
Now, never shall I forget, me lads, the gatherin' of the clans

Singing, ``Who hae ye, lassie, (last nicht)
Who hae ye noo?
The ane that hae ye last time (The mon wha hae ye last nicht)
He canna hae ye noo.''

'Twas the gatherin' o' the clans, mon, and everyone was there
A-playin' wi' the lassies an' twinin' curly hair

John McGowan, the father, was very surprised to see
Four and twenty maidenheads a hanging from the tree.

There was dancin' in the meadows, there was dancin' in the ricks,
Ye could nae hear the bagpipes for the swishing o' the pricks.

The bride was in the parlor explainin' to the groom
The vagina, not the rectum, is the entrance to the womb.

The queen was in the parlor, eatin' bread and honey
The king was in the parlor maid, and she was in the money.

The parson's daughter, she was there a sittin' way down front
A wreath of roses in her hair and a carrot up her çunt.

The parson's wife, she was there her arse against the wall,
Shoutin' to the laddie boys, ``I'll take ye one an' all.''

It's the first lady forward, and the second lady back
And the third lady's finger in the fourth lady's crack.

It's a' the ladies back, wi' yer arses tae the wall
If ye can't get fricked at Keriemuir, ye'll never get fricked at all!

The village priest, he was there and on the floor he sat
Amusing himself by abusing himself and catching it on his hat.
The undertaker, he went there dressed in a lime black shroud
Swinging on the chandelier and pissing on the crowd.

There was frickin' i' the stable, there was frickin' i' the ricks
An' ye couldna' hear the music for the swishin' o' the pricks.

The mayor's daughter, she was there and kept the crowd in fits
By jumpin' off the mantle piece and landin' on her tits.

There was screwing on the banister, screwing on the stairs
Ye couldna' see the carpet for the mess o' curly hairs.

The village idiot, he was there, he was a perfect fool.
He sat beneath the oak tree and whittled off his tool.

The village postman, he was there. the puir mon had the pox
He could nae frick the lassies, so he fricked the letter box.

The chimney sweep, he was there, but soon he got the boot,
For every time he farted, he filled the room with soot.

The groom by now was excited an' racin' through the halls
He was pullin' on his pecker an' showin off his balls.

Big John, the farmer, swore an oath, an' then he cursed an' grat
For his forty acre corn field was completely frickit flat.

The minister's wife was there as weel a' buckled to the front
Wi' a wreath o' roses roun' her arse an' thrissels roun' her çunt.

The minister's dochter tae was there an' she gat roarin' fu'
Sae they doubled her ower the midden wa' an' bulled her like a coo.

And when the ball was over, the opinion was expressed:
Although they liked the music, the screwin' was the best.

Alternate chorus (braider Scots than most):

Wi' a fa'll dae it this time
Fa'll dae it noo?
The yin that did it last time
Canna dae it noo.

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The full version

ETA: god it's so filthy and vulgar and funny. It would be right at place today

Rod Stewart GOAT

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That was great. I had never heard it before.

And it just totally proves that people in the distant past were just as vulgar and dirty as we are now.

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I thought you'd like it if you hadn't already heard it. Croce's version is PG compared to the original, but colorful nonetheless. And I like his final verse, which isn't in the original (well... sort of original... as this was an oral tradition and there's probably dozens of verses that can be added & taken out):

The village magician he was there
He gave us all a laugh
He pulled his foreskin over his head
And he vanished up his arse

... quite the image

Been to the Burns Night.
Caledonian Society, Descendant of King James II (Stewart)
All I've got out of it is a Royal Stewart crest key chain, but I contemplate it often whilst seated on my throne.

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Anyone know a place in BR that does a Burns Night Supper?

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the Caledonian Society of BR used to have one

Here's a funny one of strongmen trying to translate Scottish.

Stoltman teaches strongmen Scottish