In celebration of the birth of our national poet here’s one if his most famous works to get you through this glorious Friday.
Address to a Haggis.
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin’-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang’s my arm.
And one for the sailing enthusiast……
On The Seas And Far Away (1794)
Tune: O’er the hills and far away.
How can my poor heart be glad,
When absent from my sailor lad;
How can I the thought forego-
He’s on the seas to meet the foe?
Let me wander, let me rove,
Still my heart is with my love;
Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,
Are with him that’s far away.
Chorus.-On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day,
Are aye with him that’s far away.
