And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit
Tonight all over Scotland people are raising glasses of whisky and reciting poems like this- It's Burns night! Like Saint Andrew's Day a few months ago it's a day of National pride, but instead of Scotland's patron Saint, today we're celebrating Scotland's favourite son.
Rabbie Burns was an 18th century poet from Ayrshire, and is one of the only Scots language poets to have been celebrated abroad. Most famously he wrote Auld Lang Syne, A Red Red Rose, and To A Mouse, in addition to loads of patriotic pieces that have been converted into folk songs.
January 25th is Burns' birthday, and in addition to singing and reciting his songs, many Scots celebrate with Ceilidhs (folk dance- more to come on that!) and dangerously large portions of haggis. I'm not going out tonight (honestly because I'm still feeling the effect of last night's "class meeting" in a pub), but this weekend I'll have loads of Burns-themed events to choose from (I'm hoping to go to this one). I can't wait!