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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
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.
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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
A statue to the poet and ornithologist Alexander Wilson stands in the grounds of Paisley Abbey, and a memorial sits on the banks of the River Cart at the Hammills waterfall. It is inscribed “Remember Alexander Wilson 1766-1813. Here was his boyhood playground.” NATURE’S EBB AND FLOW In his
Come late autumn, when our secretary Jack has set a deadline for when the annual greeting is due, I usually welcome any inspiration. A deadline and the ensuing panic certainly helps focus the mind. At the October meeting of the club, Stewart MacDougall read from an old BBC collection
To have a farmer stand here and complain about the weather will raise few eyebrows amongst the audience tonight – in fact, you should almost expect weather to be top of the list should you ever choose to engage in conversation with a son of the soil. There are