When chapman billies leave the street
And drouthy neebors neebors meet,
As market-days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousin, at the nappy,
And gettin fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. …
I absolutely love this poem, especially the final two lines of the first stanza, they are just so descriptive and wonderful.
Burns Day is an excellent way of celebrating the cultural legacy of Scotland's national poet and enjoying some of Robbie Burns' best poetry.