A Man’s a Man for a’ That – Burn’s Day.

As a boy from Ayr the same as Robbie Burns he was a big part of the areas folklore and history. He was also some poet, heard world-wide and loved by many.

I was brought up in Ayr but my Dad was no admirer of the bard but over the years I have enjoyed much of his poetry and it is loved over the world and he was born in Ayrshire like me!  If only these words below  which were written in the late 17th century and are still relevant today were a gold standard for the world today?

Robert Burns [1759-1796] is regarded as Scotland’s premier poet (and lyricist). His poetry (often bowdlerised) is probably the most anthologised after Shakespeare and he is the only poet with his own world wide celebration day {Jan 25th, his birthday}

A Man’s a Man for a’ That

“Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that,)
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
It’s coming yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man, the world o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that.”

And he supports Ayr United.

And he supports Ayr United. Good man.

I have enjoyed a Burns supper all over the world and the “haggis and neeps” has always been a favourite of mine. I am also partial to a small dram which I will have tonight.

How apt these words below are when we are late back from a day on the hills by those who are lucky enough to have someone to wait and worry  for us at home. That is one of the things that being a !Single parent pensioner” does not have to worry about, those whom wait at home. You can imagine the poor wife or partner male or female waiting at home for our return, from the hills but not like Robbie from the pub!

‘our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm”

‘Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Tam o’ Shanter (l. 10-12).

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Mountain Rescue Specialist. Environmentalist. Spent 37 years with RAF Mountain Rescue and 3 years with a civilian Team . Still an active Mountaineer when body slows, loves the wild places.
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