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[redo] ...Et ye sairly, I canna say, but ye strunt rarely ower gauze and lace
But faith I fear ye dine but sparely on sik a place

Ye ugly blasted, creepin wunner, detested, shunned by saint and sunner
How dare ye set yer fit upon her, sae fine a lady,
Gey somewhere else and seek yer denner on some peer body,

Swift on some beggar's haffet squattle, there ye may creep and sprawl and sprattle
Wi ither kindred jumpin cattle an shoals and nations

er, oh dear. Em

Nor horn nor bane, nor ?? unsettle yer thick plantations
Noo haud ye there, ye're oot o sicht, below the fatrells snug and ticht

The verra tapmost, tow'rin height

Oh faith ye yet ye'll no be richt til ye get on it,
The very tap most tourin heicht o Mrs Bonnet.

I sooth, recht bold ye sit, yer nose oot, as plump and grey as ony grosit.
O for some for some rank merculiar rosit, or fil red smeddum

A gie ye sik a hairty dose it wid dress yer drodum
I wouldnae been surprised tae spy ye on an auld wife's flannen toy
Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy, one's wyliecoat!

But ???? how daur ye toot.
Ho, Jenny dinnae toss yer heid and set yer ??
Ye little ken what cursin speed the blast is makin
Nae winks and finger ends I dreid ther ??? is takin

Ah, would some power the gift tae gie us, tae see oorsel's as ithers see us
It wid fae mony a blunder free us, an foolish notion
What airs in dress an' gait wid lea us, an ee'n devotion!

Thank you

Burns as we all know was passion, but he was also compassion. Never so much when he turned up the little moosie with the ploo one November.

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou needna start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'rin 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, thou poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? peer 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!

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

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozy here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Oot through thy cell.

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

But, Moosie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresicht may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft agley,
And leave us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

But still thou art blest, compar'd 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 and fear!

Will I say the rest o it Duncan? [Laughs.] Well, as I say we're going to continue now with songs and music. Now I'm nae sure how they've actually organised themselves, I think it's a song and a duet and then some music, and then a song and a duet and music again. Well, we'll let them introduce their own songs as they go along, so will you put your hands together for Fred Smart, Vera Massie, Alec Bowie and Derek Bowie. Thank you.

There is the bonny flower in May and sweet as night in autumn mild
When roaming through the garden gay, or wandering in the lonely wild
But woman's nature darling child, there all her chamrs she does compile
E'en there her other works are foiled, by the bonnie lass o Ballochmyle
The bonnie lass of Ballochmyle

The bonnie lass, the bonnie bonnie lass, the bonnie lass o Ballochmyle

Oh, had she been a country maid, and I the happy country swain
Though sheltered in the lowest shed, that ever rose on Scotland's plain
Through weary winters, wind and rain, with joy and rapture I would toil
And nightly to my bosom strain, and nightly to my bosom strain
The bonnie lass of Ballochmyle, the bonnie lass o Ballochmyle

The bonnie lass, the bonnie bonnie lass, the bonnie lass o Ballochmyle

Oh whaur, o whaur a got ye that auld crooked penny
For ??? nivver be me
Recht foo I'll be then so my green silken wallet
And braw will yer hame be in Bonnie Glenshee

[can't make out female singing]

? in your green silken wallet
I never would ?? my crooked bawbee

O whaur, o whaur got ye that auld worsted plaidie
A man to ?? satin wore fitter for me
I will plague ye wi satin and mak ye a lady
And ye will gang wi me tae Bonnie Glenshee

???? mak me a lady
Tae tak me aff wi ye tae Bonnie Glenshee
For the ???? that meets true neath this auld worsted plaidie
Wis een by my sine for his crooked bawbee

Ye ken o the laddie that gave ye the penny
Ye ken o the laddie whaurs true been to thee
But I give a lassie that ???
The lassie that keepeth my crooked bawbee

(can't make out)
And I am the laddie that gave thee the penny
The lassie I loo till the day that I die
And the laddie wi satin and mak ye a lady
And I'll tak ye wi me tae Bonnie Glenshee

[AB and EB] I'm sorry, those of you who expected the Beverley Sisters tonight, ye've got the Bowie Brothers. First a Burns selection, I'm sure you'll know most of the tunes and there's a prize for the one that recognises the one that Fred and Vera already sang. (Laughs)

[Violin and Accordion]

[AB and EB] Just made my first mistake in ten years, I forgot to tie my bow, so that wasn't very good on my part. For my solo, with my accompaniest of course, I'm going to play a tune I played last year, its called 'Bubbling Over'. It's a tune I've grown up for years and I just like playing it, but I follow it with a brand new tune by Graham Mitchell who has a band up in Keith. So I hope you like it.

[Fiddle music (with accordion)]

We'll just finish off with three marches.

Please put your hands together and thank Leslie Wheeler.

I think his story about the mannie at Kirriemuir….

[not great quality; violin and accordion music]

The three we played last time as well, first one's a Canadian origin, the second one was Scottish and the third an English, and back to Canadian. It's difficult to know just what's the best one.

[Violin and accordion music]

Finish with the last two tunes.

[Violin and accordion music]

[JS] Well that's brought us to the end of our evening ladies and gentlemen. We'd like to thank eh, first of all our piper. And nae Burn Supper would be complete wi'oot the piper and the haggis, so please put yer hands tigether for the ??.


I would like to thank our other entertainers, at wis Fred Smart and Vera Massie. Brother and sister and I would say that it's nae aften that ye see brithers and sisters in harmony. So please put your hands together for Fred and Vera.


And as they said themselves, well they aren't the Beverley Sisters but they are the Bowie Brothers, please put yer hands together for Alec and Eric.


At jist leaves me tae thank our own President, Sandy Ritchie for doin the Selkirk Grace, for the hotel for putting on once again, a wonderful spread for us the night and for being fine and efficient in serving it up, and the final vote of thanks is to yourselves, because without out you this night wouldna have come off. So put yer hands the gether and gie yersels a round of applause as well.


To round off the evening, I dinnae think it be complete without singing, be it the richt wey or the wrang wey, please be upstanding for Auld Lang Syne.

[All join in]
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
For auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

[SR] One last vote of thanks ladies and gentlemen to our Chairman, John Sorrie, tonight.


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