Burns Night

It's the 250th birthday of Robbie Burns and the haggis was out tonight. Samuel also had to learn a Burn's poem so we picked one with 4 verses and not 20!!

A Mothers Lament for her Dying Son

Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart;
And with him all the joys are fled

Life can to me impart.

By cruel hands the sapling drops,

In dust dishonour'd laid:
So fell the pride of all my hopes,

My age's future shade.

The mother-linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish'd young;
So I, for my lost darling's sake,

Lament the live day long.

Death, oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow,
Now, fond, I bare my breast,
Oh, do thou kindly lay me low

With him I love, at rest!


  1. If he can learn this one I will be very impressed. x There wont be a dry eye in the house!

  2. He did very well and managed to learn it all. After some banning of TV, X-Box and Wii if he didn't!!!!!!


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