It's Burns Night!

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"Robert Burns was born on January 25, 1759 in the village of Alloway near Ayr. He came from a relatively poor, tenant-farmer background, although he received a good education and read avidly as a youngster. It is during his years as a teenager and young man working on farms that he developed some of the passions that would colour the rest of his life - poetry, nature, women and drink."

The Burns Supper

The Burns Supper is an institution of Scottish life, a night to celebrate the life and genius of the national Bard. Suppers can be everything from an informal gathering of friends to a huge, formal dinner full of pomp and circumstance. This running order covers all the key elements you need to plan and structure a Burns Supper that suits your intentions.

The running order for a traditional Burns Supper:

Piping in the guests

A big-time Burns Night calls for a piper to welcome guests. If you don't want all that baggage, some traditional music will do nicely. For more formal events, the audience should stand to welcome arriving guests: the piper plays until the High Table is ready to be seated, at which point a round of applause is due.

Chairman's welcome

The Chairman warmly welcomes the assembled guests.

The Selkirk Grace

A short but important prayer to usher in the meal with a reading of The Selkirk Grace.

"Some hae meat and canna eat,
and some wad eat that want it,
but we hae meat and we can eat,
and sae the Lord be thankit."

Also known as 'Burns's Grace at Kirkcudbright.' Although the text is often printed in English, it is usually recited in Scots.

Piping in the Haggis

Guests should normally stand to welcome the dinner's star attraction, which should be delivered on a silver platter by a procession consisting of the chef, the piper and the person who will address the Haggis. A whisky-bearer should also arrive to ensure the toasts are well lubricated.
During the procession, guests clap in time to the music until the Haggis reaches its destination at the table. The music stops and everyone is seated in anticipation of the address "To a Haggis".

Address to the Haggis

The honoured reader now seizes their moment of glory by offering a fluent and entertaining rendition of "To a Haggis". The reader should have their knife poised at the ready. On cue ("His knife see Rustic-labour dight"), they cut the casing along its length, making sure to spill out some of the tasty gore within ("trenching its gushing entrails").

Warning: it is wise to have a small cut made in the haggis skin before it is piped in. Instances are recorded of top table guests being scalded by flying pieces of haggis when enthusiastic reciters omitted this precaution!

The recital ends with the reader raising the Haggis in triumph during the final line ("Gie her a Haggis!"), which the audience greets with rapturous applause.

"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!"

Toast to the Haggis

Prompted by the speaker, the audience now joins in the toast to the Haggis. Raise a glass and shout: "The Haggis!" Then it's time to serve the main course with its traditional companions, neeps and tatties. In larger events, the piper leads a procession carrying the opened Haggis out to the kitchen for serving; audience members should clap as the procession departs.

The meal

Dinner is served with some suitable background music. The sumptuous Bill o' Fare includes traditional cock-a-leekie soup before the main course ("Haggis wi' bashit neeps an' champit tatties"), followed by a sweet course of "clootie dumplin" (a pudding prepared in a linen cloth or cloot) or "Typsy Laird" (a Scottish sherry trifle).
Afterwards comes the cheese board, served with bannocks (traditional oat-cakes) and tea/coffee/malt whisky.
Variations do exist: beef lovers can serve the haggis, neeps and tatties as a starter with roast beef or steak pie as the main dish. Vegetarians can of course choose vegetarian haggis, while vegaquarians could opt for a seafood main course such as Cullen Skink.

The drink

Liberal lashings of wine or ale should be served with dinner and it's often customary to douse the Haggis with a "wee splash of whisky sauce", which, with true Scottish understatement, is whisky neat.
After the meal, it's time for connoisseurs to compare notes on the wonderful selection of malts served by the generous host.

The first entertainment

The nervous first entertainer follows immediately after the meal. Often it will be a singer or musician performing Burns songs such as "My Luve is Like a Red Red Rose", "Rantin', Rovin' Robin", "John Anderson, my jo" or "Ae Fond Kiss, and Then We Sever". Alternatively it could be a moving recital of a Burns poem, with perennial preference for "Tam O'Shanter", "Holly Willie's Prayer", "To a Louse", "Address to the Unco Guid" or "For a' that and a' that".

1. Professor Ronnie Jack of Edinburgh University (himself a much-requested performer at Burns Suppers) has given us a selection of readings from some of the Bard's best-loved works. If you have been asked to read a poem at a Burns Supper and are slightly disconcerted by your pronunciation of the Scots language, or you're not sure of the correct rhythm to employ for your reading, you can listen to many poems on the site whilst reading the text. It's good practice! Thanks also to Professor Jack for all the tips on this page.

2. 'Tam o' Shanter' is Burns's only long narrative poem. It covers the full range of his style from thick Scots to Latinate English and is based on folk tales concerning the haunted Kirk at Alloway. If planned as part of a timed performance and 'told' from memory by a good performer, 'Tam o' Shanter' can be the highlight of a supper. But it takes about twelve minutes to deliver and, in the hands of some histrionically-inclined performers, this can stretch indefinitely.

3. In 'Holy Willie's Prayer', a recent case brought before the presbytery of Ayr is used to satirise extreme Calvinist views on predestination. The full satirical effect of 'Holy Willie's Prayer' will only be achieved if some of the biographical and theological background to the poem is sketched in. Burns has himself conveniently provided a preface, identifying, the bigoted 'voice' of the poem, William Fisher, and giving details about the case he and 'father Auld' brought against Burns's friend, Gavin Hamilton. This is printed in good editions.

4. Warning: Speakers should not try to sing songs as part of their speech without checking in advance on the later programme! Either their inadequate singing voices are mercilessly exposed when the song is professionally repeated, or an artiste, booked to sing the song, exits in high dudgeon, on a cackle of condescension, when you are halfway through.

The Immortal Memory

The keynote speaker takes the stage to deliver a spell-binding oratory on the life of Robert Burns. His literary genius, his politics, his highs and lows, his human frailty and - most importantly - his nationalism are the enduring themes. The speech must bridge the dangerous chasm between serious intent and sparkling wit, painting a colourful picture of Scotland's beloved Bard.
The speaker concludes with a heart-felt toast: "To the Immortal Memory of Robert Burns!"

The second entertainment

More celebration of Burns' work, preferably a poem or song to complement the earlier entertainment.

The toast to the Lassies

The humorous highlight of any Burns Night comes in this toast, which is designed to praise the role of women in the world today. This should be done by selective quotation from Burns's works and should crescendo towards a positive note.
The toast concludes: "To the Lassies!"

The third entertainment

Further indulgence in the works of the great man.

The reply to the toast to the Lassies

In mixed proceedings, a woman has the right of reply to the men's toast. Thanking the toast-master for his kind words is a necessary - and some times strained - formality, but the response offers the chance to upstage the men, again through cunning use of examples from Burns's life and works.

Final entertainment

As the last drops of malt are drained, a final entertainer bravely faces the (usually restless) audience.

Vote of thanks

The host now climbs to his potentially unsteady feet to thank everyone who has contributed to a wonderful evening… and to suggest that taxis will arrive shortly.

Auld Lang Syne

The chairman closes the proceedings by inviting guests to stand and belt out a rousing rendition of the famous tune. The company joins hands and sings as one, having made sure to brush up on those difficult later lines.

Auld Lang Syne
(1788)

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Chorus

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.

Chorus

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.

Chorus

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.

Chorus


Optional extras

Lost Burns manuscripts: Some Burns Night suppers include a Lost Manuscript reading, where a participant with literary aspirations recites from a fictitious long-lost musing of the great man on a new subject.

Slàinte mhath!

maximus otter
 
The Deil's awa, the Deil's awa,
The Deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman!
He's danc'd away, he danc'd awa,
He's danc'd away wi' th' Exciseman.

The Deil cam fiddlin thro' the town,
And danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman,
And ilka wife cries ---"Auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o' the prize, man!

'We'll mak our maut, and we'll brew our drink,
We'll laugh, sing, and rejoice, man,
And monie braw thanks to the miekle black Deil,
That danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman.

"There's three some reels, there's foursome reels,
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man,
But the ac best ere cam to the land
Was the deil’s awa wi’ the Exciseman.

May your Burns night be well-lubricated by that 30-year old Laphroaig that you seem to prefer, or see if you can get hold of some of Mr McEwan's Bruichladdich 1970.
 
Went to a Burns Night Dinner a few years ago. Very illuminating. Passed on the Haggis :eek:
 
Burns Night is pretty good if you leave out:

The bagpipes
The tatties and neeps
And especially the poetry

I'll just stick with the single malt thanks :)

A drop of Aberlour a'bunadh this evening....

Roger
 
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front of battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power -
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor's knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha's sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's King and Law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa'?
Let him follow me!

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do, or die!

And I have it on very good authority that the vegetarian haggis should be skipped. As for me, pass the Ardbeg.

Jack
 
LOL, I've piped a few Burns night gathering--and don't remember leaving :eek:

Come on ya sissys, haggis is good, and good for ya :D
 
SShepherd said:
LOL, I've piped a few Burns night gathering--and don't remember leaving :eek:

Come on ya sissys, haggis is good, and good for ya :D
Then why do ya have to get drunk to EAT IT?​
 
Haggis ain't that bad. I'd rather eat a haggis than bologna. Or most hot dogs.

We had a nice Burns Night discussion the other day with some folks who used to do Scottish Country Dancing and a gal from Minnesota whose town does Burns Night every year.

James
 
maximus otter said:
Ain't that bad? It's feckin' delicious! It's the food of warriors, poets and kings!

maximus otter

Only when eaten in the traditional Scottish way .... battered, deep-fried and served with curry sauce :D

Roger
 
maximus otter said:
Ain't that bad? It's feckin' delicious! It's the food of warriors, poets and kings!

maximus otter

not to mention cardiologists and cardiovascular surgeons.

Since I observe certain Biblical laws regarding food preparation, I despaired of trying Haggis until a friend prepeared some for me--obtained from a Kosher butcher in Glasgow, I believe. In any event, maximus otter is correct: feckin' delicious is an appropriate description.
 
I concur...Haggis Rocks!! I will have to see if the wife wants to go to a Burns night some year, we're both of Scottish extraction. Thanks for the post Maximus

Nick
 
Wasn't his first name "George"?





Say goodnight Gracie.
"Goodnight Gracie."
:footinmou
:D


Interesting stuff from the other side of the pond. Piping in the Haggis, eh?
 
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi' bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an'chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve:
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
's a sma' request
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cosie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought buut grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
 
my only trip to Scotland was in 1986...i enjoyed visiting Burns cottage and his house in Dumfries (sp?)
 
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