"The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,
And mair we'se ne'er be parted."
Quo' she, "My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish'd fairly;
And come, my faithfu' sodger lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly!"
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger's prize,
The sodger's wealth is honor:
The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger;
Remember he's his country's stay,
In day and hour of danger.
And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,
And mair we'se ne'er be parted."
Quo' she, "My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish'd fairly;
And come, my faithfu' sodger lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly!"
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger's prize,
The sodger's wealth is honor:
The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger;
Remember he's his country's stay,
In day and hour of danger.
NYC Jan 25, 2012 Happy Burns Day
The Soldier's Return - Robert Burns (1793)
In celebration of war's end and the return of gentle peace on this special day we remember our brave men and women in uniform at home and abroad, may they all return safely to their families and loved ones.
This song tells the story of a tender game between two lovers; a soldier happily returning from the battlefield at the end of war's deadly blast to his homeland and Nancy, his own fair maid with the witching smile.
As he at length reaches old familiar sights, the rivers and glens of home, he spies Nancy and decides to play a trick on her changing his voice and appearance and pretends to be a poor soldier with a long journey ahead of him, looking for a room and board for the night.
Momentarily taken in by the deception Nancy engages him in conversation, wistfully remembering Willie, her own soldier lad then blushes as she realizes that this is in fact her own dear Willie.
When he tells her that he's home from war, financially poor but rich in love she replies that she has inherited gold and a farm from her grandfather so they are all set.
However, in the end, addressing everyone Willie says that glory is the soldier's prize and honor the soldier's wealth and entreats us never to despise or alienate our brave poor soldiers, because when danger comes knocking at the country's door it is they who answer that call and put themselves in harms way for all of us.
This is The Soldiers Return
Robert Burns For Peace In Harlem - May 22.10
In pursuit of Peace Robert Burns Immortal Memory spoke volumes at the Celebrate Diversity Celebrate You Day at the Jackie Robinson band shell in Harlem NYC this past Saturday. A joint effort organized and executed by a team of hard-working, dedicated performers and volunteers from the New York African Chorus Ensemble and African Views, the day was hot, sweaty and celebratory. And, the mellifluous notes of Scottish pipers and a singing Scots bard blended wondrously with the rhythm and color of African dance, drums and voices. This melting-pot of art from cultures as diverse as Latin, Scottish, Native-American, Asian, African and more, all in the name of Peace, was a testament to the potential and belief in non-violent activism that once moved New Yorkers to the streets in droves so that their voices might be heard.
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The message from the Immortal Memory of the 18th Century Scots Poet Robert Burns, performed by an African American Scotsman and the Scots Pipes and Drums of the New York Caledonian Club, was clear and simple – “That Man to Man the world o’er shall brothers be for a’ that”. Taken from his 1795 poem “A Man’s A Man For A’ That” Burns words prophesy a time of peace and harmony for all men through the social bonding of brotherhood and fraternity. Old as time, compelling as love let’s pray that Saturday’s gathering of kindred spirits for Peace in Harlem, NYC was but the beginning of many similar initiatives across the city and beyond
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The message from the Immortal Memory of the 18th Century Scots Poet Robert Burns, performed by an African American Scotsman and the Scots Pipes and Drums of the New York Caledonian Club, was clear and simple – “That Man to Man the world o’er shall brothers be for a’ that”. Taken from his 1795 poem “A Man’s A Man For A’ That” Burns words prophesy a time of peace and harmony for all men through the social bonding of brotherhood and fraternity. Old as time, compelling as love let’s pray that Saturday’s gathering of kindred spirits for Peace in Harlem, NYC was but the beginning of many similar initiatives across the city and beyond
G(ig)Log May 20.10 Lucky Jack's Mic-club.
The energy and respect for Robert Burns Immortal Memory at Lucky Jacks Mic-club in Manhattan, NY on May 20th was palpable and sincere. 'Twas a memorable evening of rock-rollicking entertainment wi’ the skirl o’ the Scots pipes, and kilted followers in attendance, everyone was on it. It felt like we were all engaged and enlightened wi’ the sangs, stories and clatter from the life and times of our 18th century Scottish folk hero Robert Burns. I was as fascinated and absorbed by how the evening unfolded as the audience appeared to be. What a blessed experience to share. Thank you Frances, Sacha, Duncan The Pyper and most of all the audience, those who gave 100% participation, we were one. Let’s do it again soon please.
My Heart's In The Highlands
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