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We twa have paidl’d in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid have roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.
― Robert Burns
CCXV Paisley Burns Club (1805 – 2020) A decade gone in just a wink Wae scarcely time tae sit an’ think Politics taks us tae the brink New Brexit dawning While hopes fur peace start tae sink Missiles an’ bombing At oor Burns Club, we ride the storm Tak
Ellisland, 13 December 1789 One dark, dank December night When ills of life had laid him low Burns picked up his nib to write Of human spirit’s ebb and flow A bard scarce able to lift his head His mind amok with ‘nervous disease’ Black thoughts of solace among
The October Meeting for 2020 was a video which was sent to all members. Click the picture to view.
Tannahill Cottage is featured in the Renfrewshire Doors Open 2020 Virtual Tours and can be located at the Renfrewshire Doors Open website. A PowerPoint of the Cottage can be downloaded by clicking the photo of the cottage above and then the link to Tannahill Cottage. Tannahill Cottage 2020 version3
Due to the impact of the Coronavirus pandemic the normal functioning of Paisley Burns Club has been adversely affected. Monthly meetings and other activities will resume once it is safe to do so.
La plume est plus forte que l’epee The Tree o’ Liberty Had shed its precious fruit Before November’s callous blast Silenced Bataclan’s boards And cast the City of Lights Into sorrowful shadow With ‘Je Suis Charlie’ Ready scorched in its bark A wicked storm Shook its proud roots And
The Culture of Encounter Calls that our culture Embraces encounters And sparks connections With our fellow man But we put up walls Close off the borders Build up the barriers When in the same boat And big guns then boast Mine is the biggest And breenge to the brink
“We twa hae paidl’d in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid have roar’d, sin auld lang syne.”
For a’ that, and a’ that, It’s coming yet for a’ that, That Man to Man the warld o’er, Shall brothers be for a’ that.
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve ‘s like the melodie, That’s sweetly played in tune.
A LION ONCE RAMPANT A lion once rampant With blue tongue and claw Limps into the New Year A thorn in his paw His proud mane is matted Hishide in tatters War, it has raged on Constitutionalmatters
Paisley Burns Club Greeting An autumn storm is on it way But Westlin’ winds are not to blame Clouds are gathering day by day And independence is its name September brings the time to choose When citizens must make their mark The stakes are high, to win or lose