Entries by Geoff

Burns Greeting 2016

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 bent its famous boughs In this […]

Auld Lang Syne

“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.”

A Man’s a Man for A’ That

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.

A Red, Red Rose

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.

2015 Greeting

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

2014 Greeting

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 For Auld Scotia the choice is […]

2013 Greeting

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 boyhood playground by the Cart A […]

2012 Greeting

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 of the nation’s favourite poems. Stewart […]