Forfar Brides, Neeps & Tatties, and Cock-a-Leekie.
To the immortal soul of Robert Burns.
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power—
Chains and slavery!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave!
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman 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!
Scottish shortbread and an Old Chub Scotch ale.
2 comments:
Alas, I was not able to make it this year. Looks like yours was good, though.
We did it at home this year. Everything was made from scratch by me, except the beer and the puff pastry dough (which I have made from scratch many times, but it's so much work that six dollars seems a fair trade). The chicken soup was made from scratch to the point of starting with a live cock, and ending with Cock-a-Leekie.
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