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Robert Burns
Born 25th January 1759.  Died 21st July 1796
Burns Suppers held on 25 January but often with a few days either side

Burns Interactive
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A Country Burns Supper - In Caithness

Robert Burns
Lots of information and links

Burns Supper In Caithness
As Burns night is in January there are not usually many visitors around and Burns suppers tend to be attended by local people.  If you are in the area at that time or anywhere in Scotland it is always worth asking around if there are any tickets available for one of these suppers.  They range from the purely traditional form to some very hilarious evenings with many great speakers both serious and humerous.  In Caithness several village halls hold annual Burns Suppers.  Other organisations such as Women's Guilds, Round Table to mention a couple also hold annual suppers.

Burns Style

For a' that and a' that
Its coming yet for a' that
That man tae man the world oer
Shall brithers be for a that.

The World Burns Club

Robert Burns Live
Christopher Tait performs Burns poetry in the settings of places ell known to the bard.  Buy a video for 12.99 or there abouts.
VIDEO PROMO HERE - Windows Media Player - Excerptes From Tam O' Shanter in the Kirk Yard at midnight.

The Bard
Has a selection of the poems

Robert Burns - National Library For Scotland

Burns Heritage Park

The National Burns Collection
Includes Several virtual tours

Ayrshire History

Glossary Of Scots Words
By no means complete but contains a growing list of words with audio to hear a pronunciation.  this may be argued as to the correctness but nevertheless is useful

Rambles Through The Land Of Burns
A book by By Archibald R. Adamson - Text In Full

A Burns Supper In Full
The Scots Independent Newspaper's Burns Supper here reproduced on Electric Scotland with audio files for you to listen to.  Several poems.

Robert Burns  - Full Text
This is the etext produced by the Gutenberg project and iif you are using modem may take minute or two to come done to your computer.  If you try to print it out you will need two or three hundred pages.  Better to select any work you need and past it into another document first.

The Life Of Robert Burns
by Rev. George Gilfillan, August 1886
Hosted On Electric Scotland

Picturesque Scotland - Hosted on Electric Scotland
Includes several chapters on the Lands Of Burns
An old book with line drawings illustrations.

See Also

Caithness Poets
Jenny Stewart's E Moose With Robert Burns To A Mouse

January 25. Robert Burns born at Alloway.
Works as a flax-dresser in Irvine.
Returns to Lochlea after the burning of the Irvine shop.
Father dies. Robert moves to Mossgiel.
Birth of Elizabeth, daughter by servant Betty Paton. Meets Jean Armour.
Kilmarnock Poems  published. Affair with Jean Armour. Plans emigration to Jamaica.
Commissioned as exciseman
Tam o' Shanter completed
Goes to Edinburgh
Accused of political disaffection during revolutionary commotion in Dumfries.
Second Edinburgh edition of Poems.
1795 Ill with rheumatic fever.
July 21 Burns dies at Dumfries.
July 25 Son Maxwell born on day of his funeral.

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.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad 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 slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie 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;
The 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 mak her spew
Wi perfect sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit:
Thro bloody 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 make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.

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!