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25th Jan - Address to a Haggis - BURNS NIGHT @ atlantisEVOLUTION
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"Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang ‘s my arm. Burns Night @ atlantisEVOLUTION. - Tartan Themed Night (optional) - Bring Your Own Booze - Dance - Flirt - Sex - ** 25th January 9pm - 3am ** Usual club rules apply ** The atmosphere is welcoming & friendly. You won't get a better welcome anywhere! ** Couples and Single Lassies Welcome ** ID essential for your first visit. ** BYOB. ** Address to a Haggis ** OPEN INVITATION EVENT Where? * atlantisEVOLUTION, Evolution House, 10 William Clowes Street, Burslem, Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire, ST6 3AP. *" | |||
"Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang ‘s my arm. Burns Night @ atlantisEVOLUTION. - Tartan Themed Night (optional) - Bring Your Own Booze - Dance - Flirt - Sex - ** 25th January 9pm - 3am ** Usual club rules apply ** The atmosphere is welcoming & friendly. You won't get a better welcome anywhere! ** Couples and Single Lassies Welcome ** ID essential for your first visit. ** BYOB. ** Address to a Haggis ** OPEN INVITATION EVENT Where? * atlantisEVOLUTION, Evolution House, 10 William Clowes Street, Burslem, Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire, ST6 3AP. *" | |||
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"Have you been out to catch your haggis yet ! "AYE got the wee bugga at last! Good luck to you and your honest, plump face, Great chieftain of the sausage race! Above them all you take your place, Stomach, tripe, or intestines: Well are you worthy of a grace As long as my arm. The groaning trencher there you fill, Your buttocks like a distant hill, Your pin would help to mend a mill In time of need, While through your pores the dews distill Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour wipe, And cut you up with ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like any ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm steaming, rich! Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive: Devil take the hindmost, on they drive, Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by Are bent like drums; Then old head of the table, most like to burst, 'The grace!' hums. Is there that over his French ragout, Or olio that would sicken a sow, Or fricassee would make her vomit With perfect disgust, Looks down with sneering, scornful view On such a dinner? Poor devil! see him over his trash, As feeble as a withered rush, His thin legs a good whip-lash, His fist a nut; Through bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit. But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his ample fist a blade, He'll make it whistle; And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off Like the heads of thistles. You powers, who make mankind your care, And dish them out their bill of fare, Old Scotland wants no watery stuff, That splashes in small wooden dishes; But if you wish her grateful prayer, Give her [Scotland] a Haggis! | |||
"Have you been out to catch your haggis yet !
AYE got the wee bugga at last!
Good luck to you and your honest, plump face,
Great chieftain of the sausage race!
Above them all you take your place,
Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm.
The groaning trencher there you fill,
Your buttocks like a distant hill,
Your pin would help to mend a mill
In time of need,
While through your pores the dews distill
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
And cut you up with ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like any ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm steaming, rich!
Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,
Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
Are bent like drums;
Then old head of the table, most like to burst,
'The grace!' hums.
Is there that over his French ragout,
Or olio that would sicken a sow,
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust,
Looks down with sneering, scornful view
On such a dinner?
Poor devil! see him over his trash,
As feeble as a withered rush,
His thin legs a good whip-lash,
His fist a nut;
Through bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit.
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his ample fist a blade,
He'll make it whistle;
And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off
Like the heads of thistles.
You powers, who make mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill of fare,
Old Scotland wants no watery stuff,
That splashes in small wooden dishes;
But if you wish her grateful prayer,
Give her [Scotland] a Haggis!"Ya all gonna love the music lol !!!!!  | |||
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"Any bagpipes players?" Got a lil surprise in store, that's all I will say lol | |||
"Any bagpipes players? Got a lil surprise in store, that's all I will say lol " | |||
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"Tonight is the night !!!" Aye it sure is laddie! | |||
"Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang ‘s my arm. Burns Night @ atlantisEVOLUTION. - Tartan Themed Night (optional) - Bring Your Own Booze - Dance - Flirt - Sex - ** 25th January 9pm - 3am ** Usual club rules apply ** The atmosphere is welcoming & friendly. You won't get a better welcome anywhere! ** Couples and Single Lassies Welcome ** ID essential for your first visit. ** BYOB. ** Address to a Haggis ** OPEN INVITATION EVENT Where? * atlantisEVOLUTION, Evolution House, 10 William Clowes Street, Burslem, Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire, ST6 3AP. *" | |||
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