Burns....

.... my Father in Law and Brother in Law were both off to town in their finest this evening to celebrate at The Montrose Burns Club Supper and booze-up...... and I am one jealous, jealous fellow.....

.... once upon a time, I wrote about my very first Burns Supper......

... damnation, folks..... I do so miss those late January parties.......

....and so, if you should enjoy it, here is his "The Rigs O' Barley".... it was always one of my favorites......

It was upon a Lammas night
When corn rigs are bonie
Beneath the moon's unclouded light
I held awa 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 bonie:
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, &c.

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, &c.

I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs

..... Burns was, after all, a fawn for the lasses.........