Club greetings are exchanged every year with Burns Clubs worldwide. The club tradition is to send these greeting in verse, in 18th Century Scots language. Tom Gibson was the club bard for 30 years until our bi-centennial dinner in 2005. He passed the post on to Bob Carruth and was presented with a special memento at the dinner in recognition of 30 splendid years.
Here are three examples of Tom’s very topical greetings:
A GREETING WI’ DATES MAUMIE AN’ WAIRSH Oan June 21st – the year’s langest day – The auldest Burns Club coachéd its way Tae Auld Reekie. A bit splore we’d hae Alang the M8. Then, stravaigin’ like wyse wains at play, Aff doun the Coogate! Scotland’s new Museum we’d favour – An’ Canongate, wi clishmaclaiver! …read more →
Twa Hunner’ Years Syne On a dank, dreich day by the Nith, Ae chiel passed awa’ in Dumfries – Tho’ plackless then, in wardly worth, He was bless’d in his Maker’s peace – And in your mind an’ mine Richt up to this day, Twa hunner’ years syne. On a sad, soor day by the …read more →
In the Aichties — for the Nineties In the Aichties — We heard o’ yon Walesa chiel — Mandela, Sakharov as weel, An mair, withstood Oppression’s heel, Aye constant in faith. Like Rab. they dreamed ae promise leal Wi’ he’rts shair as daith. In the Aichties — Grim terrorism an’ blindest hate Brocht Lockerbie an …read more →
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 …read more →
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 …read more →
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 …read more →
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 few industries where weather is so …read more →
It seems that every year I stand up here to give the Club’s annual greeting I am celebrating the birth or recognising the death of someone and this year is no different. 2010 marks the 200th anniversary of the death of our Club’s founding secretary, the Paisley poet and songwriter Robert Tannahill. As well as …read more →
“Scotland’s Year of Homecoming will be officially launched tonight with a Homecoming Burns Supper, hosted by First Minister Alex Salmond, in Alloway. Call me cynical, but with so much of Scottish life and culture worth celebrating, not least the 250th anniversary of our Bard’s birth, are we no in danger of missing the point.” Rabbie’s …read more →
A National Conversation Three hunner’ years hae come an’ gin Since Dariens’ solution When Queensberry an’ Godolphin Proposed their blessed Union Lang years past ’til Dewar’s dream Deliver’d devolution Noo Salmond meets wae high esteem He wants a conversation The common man has nae belief In oor Westminster maisters The passin’ months bring nae relief …read more →
As Man to Man Oor Bard’s enlighten’d philosophy Embrac’d the right to liberty He dreamt o’ equality An’ fur yin an aw Britherhood an’ fraternity Was whit he foresaw. So lookin’ doon on Scotland’s streets Do drouthy neebors neebors meet An’ strangers wae a handshake greet
Paisley Burns Club Greeting 2006 As guid friends gaither the world o’er Tae celebrate oor Burns’ lore Whiles contemplatin’ whit’s in store I look the ither way Sic a year I’ve never ken’t afore Whit would Rabbie dae?