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Prince Charles is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets one. The patient replies: "Fair fa your honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin race, Aboon them a ye take yer place, Painch, tripe or thairm, As langs my airm." Charles is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient. The patient responds: "Some hae meat an canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat an we can eat, So let the Lord be thankit." Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the Prince moves on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant: "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty, O the panic in thy breasty, Thou needna start awa sae hastie, Wi bickering brattle." Now seriously troubled, Charles turns to the accompanying doctor and asks "Is this a psychiatric ward?" "No," replies the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit." |
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? huh ? you'll need to explain this one to me Alistair. |
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It's a play on words Mike, about Robert 'Rabbie' Burns, regarded as the national poet of Scotland. Of course if you're not into poetry, or a Scot, you may never have heard of him since he died in the late 1700's. American education doesn't afford him much exposure unfortunately, where he's probably considered just another "dead, white male". |
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Sorry - humour that needs explaining can't be good! ![]() They're all bits of Burns' poetry, all written in the vernacular (spoken) language of the time. The first 'peoples poet' of Scotland. ...hence the 'serious Burns' |
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Thank you Dave,& Alistair. i'm not a scot, but i do injoy poetry (part of being a musician). i understand now sence being explained but it does ruin everything in the process. i guess i just don't understand the scottish vernacular. my humble appologies for ruining it but my deepest gratitude to you for explaining it to me. |
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This may be off track on this, but my favorite Robert Burns piece is Tam O'Shanter. Somebody wrote an orchestral piece that follows the poem, in a musical format. I played it last year in an orchestra that I sometimes play for. |
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'Tis a fact the demon rum has led to quite a few Tam O'Shanter nights of me own! And quite happily, with no sullen Kate at home to drone. Me lassie's name was Joan, who sat by the phone, till she heard me moan.(Lamentably, those days be doane!) |
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Sorry...I'm Just a Drummer....that went right over my head ! |
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Just a drummer? We're the most intelligent ones in the whole orchestra/band, damnit! |