Friday, 25 January 2013

Robert Burns' Day

Today is the day we eat haggis, neeps and tatties, drink whisky and read poetry (or recite that chosen Burns' poem that all Primary School children have been trying to memorise over the past few weeks!)  So in celebration of the bard, love, the Year of Natural Scotland and three generations of women named Afton (my mum, my sister and my niece),  flow gently with Sweet Afton by Robert Burns.

Sweet Afton

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev'ning leaps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream
by Robert Burns 1791 





2 comments :

  1. So I hope your haggis, neeps and tatties were good?
    Lovely poem ...

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  2. They were delicious! The ultimate comfort food smothered in a whisky cream sauce that Douglas conjured up!

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