the Immortal Memory..

... during the past week, Burns Clubs the World o'er have been celebrating the birth of The Immortal Bard... sadly, I missed the festivities of the Montrose Burns Club this year... my friends, however, represented me there in spirit... it's always one helluva party, and one of the most sought after tickets in Angus...

... once upon a time, I wrote about attending my first Burns Night.... a night that ended with an Armistead-esque saber charge... ahhh... those were the days, children.... but this year, I am planning a much smaller celebration... I'll be partaking of some fine single malt... re-reading a few favored poems... and breaking out the guitar for some Rabbie Burns sing-along... in particular, this little ditty...

The Rigs O' Barley

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held away to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed
Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion, she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonnie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly:
I set her down, wi' right good will,
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I ken't her heart was a' my ain:
I lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonnie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She aye shall bless that happy night,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonnie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear;
I ha'e been merry drinkin';
I ha'e been joyfu' gatherin' gear;
I ha'e been happy thinkin':
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth then a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonnie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

... it sure brings back some fond, fond memories... Rabbie was a deft hand with the ladies, as well as the pen.... heh... among the rigs with Annie... oh yeah.. I can relate...

Update: The Maximum Leader is celebrating as well...

by Eric on January 25, 2005 | Bullshit (5) | SWG Stories
ยป The Laughing Wolf links with: Happy Birthday Mr. Burns
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Thanks for the shout out. My family is looking forward to a little celebration tonight. But I don't think we'll end in a sabre charge.

Bullshitted by The Maximum Leader on January 25, 2005 04:11 PM

Thanks for the reminder. I have posted and linked, but the trackback is not working for some reason...

Bullshitted by Laughing Wolf on January 25, 2005 05:15 PM

Eric...well done.

Bullshitted by Sam on January 25, 2005 06:22 PM

"To see me thro' the barley..."

Aye, there's a fine woman for ya. Almost like Sugar Magnolia: "Takes the wheel when I'm seein' double, pays my tickets when I speed..."

Bullshitted by Velociman on January 25, 2005 09:21 PM

Never in the barley rigs, but ahhhhh... the great outdoors :-)

Bullshitted by Harvey on January 26, 2005 10:31 AM