My Heart's in the Highlandspar  

by Les Barra MacNeils

But it is especially in Scotland that Burns' song resonates with the most magnitude.

In July 1999, at the inauguration of the Scottish Parliament, in the presence of Queen Elizabeth II, "A Man's a Man'" was the song chosen to mark the highlight of the ceremony.


Sheena Wellington, a singer from the working-class city of Dundee, sings Burns' anthem, in front of all the country's television cameras, in a great moment of patriotic communion. More than a republican provocation against the Queen, the choice of this song is explained by the need to proclaim loud and clear the egalitarianism of the Scottish people

Thus throughout his work, Burns imposed himself in a society dominated by the English aristocracy.

He is at odds with the Presbyterian Church.

He is a man of rather free manners.

He became a tax official, because the farm he operated with his brother could not support them.

Amazing work for this Scotsman great whisky drinker, he is in charge of excise duties!

And always committed, this does not prevent him from writing poems in which he vilifies the taxes on this sacred drink! 

Burns researched the old ballads and popular songs. He renovated and modernized them.

The truly global success of "Auld Lang Syne" is a testament to Burns' total success. We've all sung one day, "It's just a goodbye." 

Undoubtedly, millions of people around the world sing Auld Lang Syne. Few will know all the words and even less what they mean.


They are attributed to Robert Burns who took up the tune and some words of an old lament in the dialect of south-west Scotland. This song has now become that of departure and farewell.

The main course  


The Haggis is the star of the meal (think of stuffed sheep)


At its entrance, everyone stands.

It is brought with the knife on a silver tray, preceded by a bagpipe player and followed by the one who will recite the ode to the Haggis and the whiskey carrier who will have to make sure that all the gosiers are well lubricated. It will be served with mashed potatoes and rutabagas and a whiskey sauce!

It must also be stressed that Burns is not only a Scottish icon, or even an Anglo-Saxon one.

His texts advocating equality and respect for men made him the inspiration of progressive thought in the nineteenth century and beyond, as we will see in this document.  

Step forward, and say to this young prime minister,

Honestly, openly, the truth is naked;

Tell him the thirst for Scotland and as well as I,

His humble servants:

May the great devil take you to the noon,

If you don't hide anything!

Some great does he take on a shabby and dark air,

Talk, and don't bite your thumbs!


Scotland, my respected old mother!  

Although sometimes you moisten your leather  

Until on the heather crop where you sit  

You were losing your water,  

Liberty and whisky work together!  

Take your gout!  

Robert Burns was born in 1759 and, as a result, he had not yet been able to write anything during Jamie and Claire's lifetime around 1745. Alexander Malcolm's publication is dated 1765 (when Burns was only 6 years old). So it could only have happened because Jamie had heard about it from Claire, the "Time Traveler".


This old document gave Claire the energy to go back to the eighteenth century to find Jamie. It was Roger, the historian, who found this jacobite separatist newspaper announcing in the title "Liberty and Whisky", a poem well known to scholars and Freemasons.


Roger doesn't know that Jamie has become a Freemason... but he knows that this is likely because this institution was born in Scotland. He also knows that Burns, a Freemason, wrote in his work a long plea for fraternity, liberty, equality.


Moreover, he understands that this Malcolm, who signs the article, is someone who was informed before the time of Burns' existence. For him, it can only be Jamie. So he's alive. Thus, he makes the link between Alexander Malcolm, Jamie Fraser and Burns, the poet whose "Liberty and Whisky" Claire liked to repeat.


But what was the motivation of the Scottish bard with this poem and why was it a reflection on his time?  


That's what we're going to discover!


Robert Burns is little known in France. However, French letters have always shown interest in Scottish culture because the links between Scotland and the country of Voltaire are very close.

We know David Hume, Ossian, Walter Scott, Robert Louis Stevenson and all this pantheon raised in the nineteenth century, the great period of nationalism, and admired by romantics, adventurers and even economists but Robert Burns, "the farmer with the plough" remained unknown for a long time across the Channel.

Robert Burns At the heart of Scottish traditions

He tells us about the evening of a father who returns from the fields and the meal, surrounded by his family. Then they go to sleep. After a moment of intimacy of the couple, the author ends with his love for Scotland.

O Lord,  

[...] That I am here under your sight,  

Strong as a rock,  

A guide, a shield and an example,  

To all your flock.  

O Lord, you know what zeal I have,  

When drinkers drink and swear,  

For I am guarded, for fear of you,  

Freed from all these sins.  

But yet, Lord, confess that I must,  

Sometimes I feel the lust of the flesh:  


Addressed to a Haggis (original text 1886)  


Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak yer place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
Aslang's my airm.  

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.  

His knife see rustic Labour dicht,
An cut you up wi ready slicht,
Trenching your gushing entrails bricht,
Like onie ditch;
And then, Oh what a glorious sicht,
Warm-reekin, rich!  

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmaist, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Arebent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.  

Is there that ower his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?  

Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit:
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
Oh how unfit!  

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his wallie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.  

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if Ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis  

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;

Tho' hundreds worship at
his word, He's but
a coof for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that. 



A prince can mak a
belted knight, A marquis, duke, an' a' that;

But an honest man's abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!

For a' that, an'
a' that, Their dignities an' a' that;

The pith o' sense, an'
pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that,) That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.

For a' that, an'
a' that, It's
coming yet for a' that, 

The Masonic rite is exercised from a circle in which everyone is equidistant from the center. At the beginning of the song, the brothers hold their hands by their side, symbolizing that they are strangers.


The first verses are sung softly as the brothers reflect on ancient memories and those who passed to the Grand Lodge from above.


When they come to the last verse, "And there is a hand, my faithful brother (friend)...", each brother extends his right hand of communion to the brother on his left, and then the left hand to the brother on his right.

He is the son of Scotland, the beloved child, whose birthday, January 25, has become a national holiday. 


Robert Burns is also known to scots as Rabbie Burns. 


This atypical man, son of the pastor of Alloway (Ayrshire), of peasant origin, will exploit the land all his life. From an early age, he received lessons from a tutor who contributed to his literary training. Indeed, education is of a high level in Scotland in the eighteenth century.

The two spouses pay their secret tribute 

And address to heaven the fervent prayer 

May he who soothes the noisy nest of the raven 

And adorns the beautiful lily with a sumptuous brilliance 

Please, in the way that his wisdom judges best 

Providing for their lives and that of their grandchildren 


But above all to reign over their hearts by Divine Grace. 

Hello to your honest, to your kind face,
You who among the puddings are the leader of your race!
It is to you that the first of the places
Comes Over tripoux, rump and offal,
You deserve that all really give you thanks
Long as my arm.
You fill the slicer that under your weight complains.
Your buttocks are reminiscent of the hill
in the distance,Your tip could well repair the mill
If the need arose,
Your pores however distill like a ooze
Amber in rosary.
Watch the rustic wiping his knife,
Start cutting with ease and brilliance,
Digging like aditch, incising the
tense and warm skinof your loaves.
In what glory then you arouse the oh!
How rich is your smoke!  

All then, elbow to elbow, approach and scoundrel,
They stuff themselves as if they had the devil in the kits,
Until their bellystretched and maousses,
Resonate like drums in short,
And that an oldalderman, to burst full of fright,
Sing a Te Deum.  

Is there to be here on earth with degenerate
moresWho would prefer stew or fricassée,
An olio proper to pigs to give nausea
And that they would repel, sullen,
While he can thus make frank lippée
Such a regalade?  

Poor devil! See it in front of his plate
Like a fluent reed, all the air of a wimp,
The fist hardly bigger than a poor hazelnut,
All flageolant on his guiboles.
How can the enemy celebrate,
When the crazy opportunity comes?  

But, fed haggis, see a little guy!
He makes everything tremble under his step.
In his sturdy fist a sword plant me,
He will make itwhistle as soon as hewn,
Andtoc, like thistles, heads, legs and arms
He will quickly prune.  

You, powerful, who want happiness for the mass
And make sure that the menu is good that is made to him,
Scotland, know it, does not want lavasse
Who in the bowllapping and rustling.
But if you intend to remain in good grace,
give him Haggis.  

This symbolizes that they cross their hearts and automatically form a smaller, more intimate circle of friendship.

Now they have an unbroken chain of brothers who are close friends.

The tempo should then rise and, as they tap their feet, everyone enthusiastically sings the final chorus.

(Excerpt from an article in the Fall 1995 issue of a Victorian Masonic journal.)


But soon, singing came out of the Masonic sphere to become a universal song of friendship and the hope of seeing each other again.


Some documents speak of the use of the song during the separation of students at the end of American university graduations in the 1850s.


Within a few decades, the use of the song at graduation spread to Japan, where the melody – known as Hotaru no hikari.

His love life was punctuated by many misadventures that resulted in several illegitimate children, including twins to the one who would eventually become his wife, Jean Armour.


On the verge of abandoning agriculture, he plans to go to the West Indies, make a fortune there and bring Jean Armour and the children. His first poems in Scottish dialect were published in 1786.


He recounts his loves, women, his love affairs.

O whisky the soul of games and banter  

Accept the humble thanks of a bard  

When I miss you, how garish and discord  

Are my poor verses. 

You come, they resonate at their rank, 

In each other's ass 


And yet, the Scottish bard is the subject of great adulation in his native country. Raised to the rank of national hero during his lifetime and revered every year by the ceremonial Burns Night, Robert Burns remains the favorite historical figure of the Scots.


According to several polls, published regularly, the posthumous popularity of the poet even exceeds that of William Wallace, the great martyr of Scottish independence, made world famous by Mel Gibson's film Braveheart in 1995.

His poem "To a Mouse" is typical of this aspect of burns' art, who knows the countryside so well.

To a Mouse tells us the feelings of the poet who crushed a mouse nest with his plow.

Burns gives rise to feelings of affection for this small rodent. And in the manner of the fables of La Fontaine, it encourages us to reflect on the balance of power between man and nature and it continues on the future of humanity.


It is a real precursor!

Ae Fond Kiss  

Robert Burns lived all his life in Scotland, in his native county, known today to tourists as burns Country, and then in Edinburgh from 1787 to 1791. He then settled in Dumfries. Burns' life was very eventful because it was punctuated by sentimental, tragic or scabrous adventures, before his marriage to Jean Armour in 1788.

A Man's A Man For A' That - Sheena Wellington  

(Opening of Scottish Parliament)  

The drink  

The lashes are given by beer (sometimes wine), very often whiskey.

After the meal, it is time for connoisseurs to compare the wonderful selection of malts (uisge beatha) served by a generous host.

Robert Burns (1759–1796)



            « Freedom and whisky gang thegither » 

Words of a poet who writes in Scott.. 

During the procession, guests applaud the music until the Haggis reaches its destination. You raise your glass and toast the Haggis, then the dish is cut and served to each of the guests Everyone is seated in anticipation of the ode. Address to a Haggis is Burns' humorous ode to modest haggis. This poem presents haggis as a symbolic element of Scottish culture and helped to make haggis, not a popular dish, but the national dish of Scotland.

The great love of old Scotland has its source in scenes like these 

Who makes her love inside and respect outside: 

Princes and lords are only the emanation of kings, 

"An honest man is the noblest work of God;" Scotland my dear native soil, 

For whom my most fervent wish is addressed to heaven 

May your sturdy children for a long time, devoted to rustic work - 

Enjoy health, peace and sweet contentment! 


Scotland, you poured out the patriotic torrent 

Who flowed into Wallace's untamed heart, 

Who dared nobly to stand up to tyrannical pride, 

Or nobly die, glorious supporting role 

You are especially the god of the patriot, 

His friend, his inspiration, his tutor and his reward, 

Oh! never, never abandons the Kingdom of Scotland; 

But that always patriots or patriotic bards 


Succeed each other with brilliance for its ornament and its defense! 

Arrival of guests  

A large Burns night uses a bagpipe player to welcome guests.

These must remain standing until the high table is ready to be seated, after which a round of applause is due.


Welcome from the President who warmly welcomes and introduces the guests and entertainment of the evening.


Selkirk's grace is a short but important prayer read to inaugurate the meal. The Selkirk Grace is also known as Burns's Grace.

It is a well-known thanksgiving, recited in the Scottish language before meals. Although it is attributed to Burns, the "Selkirk Grace" was already known in the 17th century. It took the name "Selkirk's grace" because Burns allegedly recited it at a dinner given by the Earl of Selkirk.


"Some have meat and can't eat.  

And some would like to eat it but can't.  

But we have meat, and we can eat,   

So may the Lord be thanked! »  


One of the other well-known facts about Burns is his love for ladies and this is also reflected in Burns' dinners.


The meal  

There is usually a soup to choose from between

At the end of the poem, the poet refers to all men, so that they "pray that meaning and value may reach the earth."

He hopes that the frivolous nature of society will be replaced by honesty.

If this change finally came to earth, all men would be equal. It would not even be necessary to talk about princes, dukes and lower classes.

All men will be brothers.

It is impossible to read this text without taking into account the fact that it was written at the end of the eighteenth century and that it is still read and applauded by a contemporary audience.

He is above all this Scotsman proud of his country, he will never stop describing this land of freedom... and will sing in simple words the love of his country.


With Mon cœur est dans les Highlands / My heart's in the Highlands,he became the champion of the Scottish diaspora.

Whisky and Freedom... two words that resonate like crystal in this saga.


Two saving words!


Let's remember the facts!


A certain Alexander Malcolm (Jamie Fraser) published an article in which the phrase "Freedom and Whisky" was quoted.


Claire had recited this poem to Jamie when they were together before Culloden.

Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that.  

Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
TheMan's the gowd for a' that.  

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.  

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
Hisribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.  

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that;
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.  

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear thegree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be fora' that.  

And now the desserts ... if you're still hungry for some Scottish recipes!  

After his death, he became a source of inspiration for the founders of Socialism and even for Liberalism, when he denounced the stranglehold of the English... and it will unfortunately be recovered by one or the other dictator...

But he will be considered above all as a pioneer of romanticism. He will become a hero in the nineteenth century when Nationalism awakens in Europe. The paintings dedicated to the poet testify to this craze.

Nicknamed the bard of Ayrshire, his poems have gone beyond the Scottish sphere. They had a worldwide impact, such as "the song "Auld Lang Syne".



The Rendez-vous of January 25  


The first facilitator follows immediately after the meal. Often, it will be a singer or musician performing Burns songs such as:

Rantin', Rovin' Robin  

My Heart's in the Highlands 

By Ross Harris 

But why talk about Robert Burns, a poet who was born more than a decade after Culloden and whose writings Jamie, such a cultured man, did not have the opportunity to read?


And yet, Diana Gabaldon refers to it... and the poet even becomes a key player in Jamie and Claire's reunion.

This dinner is an institution of Scottish life: a night to celebrate the life and works of the National Bard. Dinners can range from an informal gathering of friends to a huge formal meal full of pomp.

You saw the fields bare and stripped,  

And the harsh winter rushes in,  

And warmly here, sheltered from his breath,  

You thought you would stay,  

When, crac, the cruel soc passed  

Through your cell  

This tiny pile of leaves and thatch  

Cost you a lot of snacks  

Now you are expelled, for the fruit of all your pain,  

Without house or dwelling,  

To withstand the melted snow of winter,  

And the cold white frosts.  

But, little mouse, you're not the only one  

To feel that foresight can be useless:  

The best combined shots of mice and men  

Often turn wrong,  

And leave us only sorrow and sorrow  

Instead of the promised joy.  

You are still happy, compared to me  

The present alone touches you;  

But, alas! I look back  

On gloomy perspectives,  

And what is in front, though I cannot see it,  

I guess and fear it!  

When you arrive at the coffee or tea, various speeches and toasts are made.


First toast: "To the Immortal Memory of Robert Burns" The keynote speaker delivers a speech recalling aspects of Burns' life or poetry. This can be light or serious and may include the recitation of a poem or song by Burns. It is followed by a toast to the immortal memory of Robert Burns.


Second toast: the ode to the "Lassies" (the ode to the ladies). This is a short speech by a male guest to thank the ladies, both those who (probably) prepared the meal, but also a broader tribute to the ladies, in the style of Robert Burns himself. It's usually fun and good-natured. The men then toast to women's health.

The answer of the "Laddies" (the answer of the ladies).

It is then that a guest presents her point of view on men, in response to the speech of the previous speaker, with generally quite broad remarks. This speech is often humorous and non-malice and will likely include comments about Burns' love for women.


After the speeches, there may still be songs,Songs by Burns (like Ae Fond Kiss, or A Man's a Man) or poetry (like "To a Mouse, To a Louse").

Foreign guests are often invited to sing or recite works from their own country.

Finally, the host will invite guests to stand up, join hands and sing Auld Lang Syne to conclude the evening.



And we'll end with Outlander.  


"Freedom and Whisky"reminds us of that period in Scotland's history when individual freedom was highly valued and sought after. Just as Claire longed for the life she had left behind, many of Burns' poems illustrated a yearning for the Scottish way of life without the burden of oppression.


Only thirteen years before Robert "Rabbie" Burns was born in Alloway, the Jacobite insurrection had taken place. As Burns reached adulthood, memories of the revolution were still alive after the disaster of Bonnie Prince Charlie's campaign and the failure of the uprising.


Outlander brilliantly addresses the horror of war and the total devastation created by the English victors. The execution, imprisonment, banishment and eradication of cultural pillars, such as the wearing of plaid, the Gaelic language and folk music so important to Scottish culture, were banned when the English began to dictate their law.


As a young man, Burns was already irritated by the hierarchy of the English in society, which had the effect that not all men were equal. A prominent Scottish nationalist of his time, Burns revolted against the oppression of the English, their unfair laws and exorbitant taxes.


When Burns wrote"The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer" to Scottish representatives in the House of Commons, he expressed his anger at Parliament imposing taxes on Scotland's national drink. He felt that the British disadvantaged local distillers and those who used domestic stills to produce aqua-vitae (brandy).

These cursed excise leeches,  

Who make their loot from whiskey stills!  

Raise your hand, devil! once, twice, three times! 

Come on, grab these funny ones 

Bake them in sulfur pies , 

For the poor damned drinkers! 


Ma Luve is like a red rose  

Est-ce à l'honnête pauvreté 
À pencher la tête, etc.?
Le froussard esclave, nous le laissons de côté, 
Nous osons être pauvres après tout. 
Après tout, après tout, 
Malgré nos travaux obscurs, etc., 
Le rang n'est que l'empreinte de la guinée, 
L'homme en est l'or, après tout.   

Qu'importe que notre chère à dîner soit grossière, 
Que nous portions de la bure grise, etc.? 
Donnez aux sots leur soie, et aux vauriens leur vin, 
Un homme est un homme après tout, 
Après tout, après tout, 
Malgré l'éclat de leur clinquant, etc., 
L'honnête homme, si pauvre qu'il soit, 
Est le roi des hommes après tout.   

Vous voyez ce jeune gaillard, que l'on nomme lord, 
Qui se prélasse, et regarde fixement, etc.; 
Quoique des centaines de gens se prosternent devant sa parole, 
Ce n'est qu'un sot après tout; 
Après tout, après tout, 
Malgré son ruban, son étoile, etc., 
L'homme à l'esprit indépendant 
Voit tout cela et rit de tout.   

Un roi peut faire un chevalier à ceinturon, 
Un marquis, un duc, etc.; 
Mais un honnête homme dépasse son pouvoir, 
En bonne foi, il n'y saurait parvenir! 
Après tout, après tout, 
Malgré leurs dignités, etc., 
La force du bon sens et la fierté du mérite 
Sont des rangs plus hauts que tout.   

Prions donc qu'il advienne, 
Comme il adviendra après tout, 
Que le bon sens et le mérite, par toute la terre, 
Aient le dessus, etc.! 
Après tout, après tout, 
Il est encore à venir après tout, 
Que l'homme pour l'homme, dans le monde, 
Soit un frère après tout !  

We are in the Uk:

here is the cheese with bannocks (oat cakes) finishes the meal before the and tea/coffee

 John Anderson, my jo  

Auld Lang Syne   

He loves the humble. It describes the simple life of the peasant,without artifice, but with deep feelings.

It expresses the joys of conjugal love, of home after the working day.


"The Cotter's Saturday Night

is characteristic of this intimacy where we are far from London pedantry. Burns is again a pionee

Burns' poetry also and above all a committed poetry. 

In "A Man's a Man", he makes a long indictment on the equality of men. Noble, rich, poor, free or slave, a man is a man because such is his dignity.


Here is his story!


If Burns is known for his use of the Scottish dialect, it is in this revolutionary poem that he highlights his writing style throughout the text.

In fact, the phrase used in the poem "for a' that" comes from a Jacobite song published before Culloden.


In French, it was translated as et "cætera"... a modern translation gives us "it will be fine" with more revolutionary accents.

But still, according to custom, the haggis will be drizzled with a "touch" of whiskey sauce, a euphemism in Scotland.   

You Irish lords, you knights and squires  

Who represents our towns and counties,  

And do our business wisely  

In parliament,  

To you the prayers of a simple poet  

Humbly address each other  


Alas, my hoarse muse has a hoarse voice I

This would pierce with sorrow the soul of Your Honors

To see her sitting on her ass

On the ground in the dust,

And shouting prosaic verses,

As if it was going to die!

Tell those who have the main direction,

That Scotland and I are in great affliction

Since we put this damn restriction

On brandy;

Operate on them a strong conviction

And excite their pity.

But Burns' poetry is even more original because he devotes himself to the art of satire in the Scottish dialect.

He attacks the cooks or fools of his entourage, such as the portrait of a village apothecary, "Death and Dr. Hornbook" (illustration 1 and 3) who from the top of his status as a man of science grants himself with his potions the right to make the law, to judge and to replace the supreme judge, the great reaper.

O Lord!  

Last night, you know, I slept with Meg  

I sincerely beg your forgiveness;  

In addition, I must also declare,  

I had Lizzie's daughter three times,  

But Lord, that Friday I was drunk,  

When I approached her;  

You know it, Your true servant  

I would never have taken her.  

Why do you leave this fleshy thorn  

Torment your servant evening and morning....  

Lord, bless your chosen ones in this place,  

Because here you have a chosen race!  


Clootie Dumpling: a Scottish pudding prepared in a linen cloth. 

Link to the recipe   

For more than 200 years, every 25 January, the anniversary of Robert Burns' birth, Scots living in Scotland or abroad have celebrated their poet with a dinner, where they celebrate haggis and whiskey.


The poet wrote an ode to Haggis, a traditional Scottish dish!

This holiday is joyful and takes place in a well-defined way.

It recites poems by Robert Burns, dances and sings to the sound of bagpipes. This dinner must always be imbued with all the emotions of life.

Is there for
honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we
pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that.
Our toils obscure an'
a' that, The rank
is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare
we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a that; 

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man's a Man for
a' that: For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er 

This tune is played at the close of offices in some stores in South Korea.


In 1876, Alexander Graham Bell used it to demonstrate the telephone, and in 1890 it was one of the first songs recorded on Emil Berliner's gramophone.

The use of the song in the New Year appeared around the same time, mainly through exiled Scots gathering in front of St Paul's Cathedral in London.

By 1929, the tradition was so well established internationally that a line of the song was displayed on the electronic teletypewriter during New Year's Eve celebrations in Times Square, New York.

But it was the Scouts who played a key role in spreading his fame.

The song was sung at the end of the first World Scout Jamboree in 1920 and versions in French, German, Greek and Polish soon followed.


It's remarkable how this song, written in a language that even most Scots don't fully understand, has become synonymous with a new year around the world, friendship and brotherhood. But it's a simple tune to remember and hum. That's why this song went around the world.

Text: Françoise Rochet 

Illustration: Gratianne Garcia 

In a final battle, he sided with the French Revolution.  


He saw it as a hope and an example to follow for his native Scotland before he died at thirty-seven, as a result of a binge drinking, literarily famous but politically suspicious.


His funeral will be national!

... "He held on for some time, greening visibly, refusing to leave the bridge while the Scottish coast was still visible. "I may never see them again," he said in a dreary voice as I tried to convince him to get into the cabin. Leaning on the bastingage over which he had just vomited, he stared at the black line of the cliffs that we could still see, far behind us. 

"But yes, you will see them again," I said confidently. I don't know when, but I know you'll come back. He turned to me, puzzled, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips. »... 

"Slipping my hand under his arm, I watched Scotland slowly move away." ... 

Volume 3 Ch 41 « Moorings dropped »


A simple man, his rural origins developed in him the observation and love of nature,his respect and simplicity.

It becomes a delicacy of choice on its silver dish!   

With intelligence and subtlety, Diana Gabaldon makes the link between Jamie Fraser (A. Malcolm the printer), in the article found by Roger Wakefield when he reads this text: "you knights and squires who represent our boroughs and counties".

And with this nod to Burns' fight, we'll later learn that in addition to being a legal printer, Jamie is also a smuggler of fine spirits and whiskey.

Jamie uses his profession to spread anti-English propaganda for freedom. Burns also sought by disseminating his poems to defend the Scottish native drink without restriction.

In Scotland today, nationalism and the desire for freedom continue in earnest.

The ephemeral life of Robert Burns remains a lasting legacy for those struggling for self-determination.

Burns, a Freemason, received support from his fellow Masons who were instrumental in promoting his work during his lifetime and after his death.


When he died, a subscription was opened to support his wife and children.

Ten thousand people were present at his funeral.

Cravachant or tipsy laird ("lord éméché"): a trifle with whiskey, whipped cream, whiskey, honey, raspberries and oatmeal.   

To a mouse whose nest I had destroyed with my plough in November 1785.  

You don't need to save yourself so quickly  

And with such a hasty step!  

He would be reluctant to run after you  

With the murderous curoir!  

I am really angry that the domination of man  

Has broken the social pact of nature,  

And that it justifies this bad opinion  

Who makes you run away  

Before me, your poor companion on earth,  

And mortal like you.  

I know that sometimes you steal  

But what? Poor little beast,  

You have to live  

From time to time one ear of wheat out of two dozen  

Is a weak query:  

It will bring good luck to the rest  

And will never make me fault  

Your little house too, in ruins!  

The winds scatter the miserable walls  

And nothing, now, to build a new one  

Green moss.  


And the winds of the cold December that arrive.  

And give him Haggis, to this proud Highlander... 

e both struggled 

From sunrise
to sunset Oceans
have separated us since the past time 


Here is my
hand faithful friend
give your hand to
friendship And we will drink for a long time in the days of the past time 


And you offer
the first drink
And I offer
my tour Drink together to tenderness In the days of time passed. 

Popular dish  

Very good critics decided him to stay in Scotland.


In 1786 he was admitted to edinburgh literary circles, which admired his work while continuing to operate his farm. He frequented castles without ceasing to dress as a peasant.


His poetry is not a unique phenomenon. He is the heir of a national tradition. Like his predecessors, Burns wrote in ancient English and the Northern Scottish dialect, Lawlan Scot, of the South Lawlands as opposed to Gaelic, the Celtic language of the North.


He borrows from the ancient Scottish poets, rhythms and stanzas that often came from the French poets of the court of Mary Stuart.



His romantic nature, his love of nature, poetry lead him to have another true passion, his country, Scotland.

..... A pretty Girl, you know her name,  

Had swollen his stomach with a poorly brewed drink;  

She confides, to hide her dishonor.  

In the care of Hornbook; He sent her to his last abode.  

Here is a sample of Hornbook's driving  

It is in this way that he advances from day to day,  

This is how he poisons, kills and slaughters;  

And he is well paid for it;  

But it frustrates me with my legitimate prey  

With his damned vileness.  

Still, listen.  

I will tell you a project,  

But don't talk about it;  

I will nail dead the sufficient Scotsman  

Like a herring:  

The first time we meet I bet,  

Let him catch his case!  

But just as he was starting to tell me  

The old hammer of the church struck a bell  

A very small hour after midnight.  

While being the main worker on his father's farm, he read classic English works and fashionable works, including satires. He began to admire the Scottish, Medieval and Renaissance poets.


This artistic discovery prompted him to start writing. He escapes and dreams of a better world.

When his father died in 1784, Robert and his brother became partners on the farm.


Since he was fifteen, he has already developed his favorite theme: women

My heart's in the Highlands
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods;
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,   

My heart's in the Highlands
a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go 

And in a hilarious poem, worthy of the great Molière and his Tartuffe, he attacks the hypocrisy of calvinist devotees. In "Holy Willie's Prayer" (illustration 2) among other poems on this subject, he denounces the narrow-mindedness of those who use Calvinist dogma to justify their turpitudes...

It's just a goodbye  


Should we leave us
without hope With no hope of return?
Should we leave without hope 

To see us again one day? 


The days of time
spent, friend The days of time spent 

Let's drink
together to tenderness In the days of time spent 

We both traveled
Every day with
a light heart
Tours and detours a long way Since time passed 

It originally told the story of two young men who separated after school.

They meet and remember their youth, the happy experiences lived and the caring people they met during those young years.


Burns, who became a Freemason at the age of 23, testifies in this song to his real interest in his love of humanity and his ideal of fraternity.

The cult of Burns has indeed long been observed (and sometimes still is, certainly more confidentially but no less enthusiastically)) in the former USSR, the former East Germany and the People's Republic of China.

The reason for this is that Burns, a poet adored by Karl Marx, was one of the champions of human equality.

The text was published in Karl Marx's journal, the Neue Rheinische Zeitung in 1838.


Influenced by the emancipatory wind of the French Revolution, he composed texts often held as harbingers of Socialism.

Published anonymously in August 1795 in the revolutionary newspaper of Northern Ireland, The Northern Star, this poem became, in the following century, one of the anthems of the young workers' movement. Indeed, the egalitarian and universalist impulse of the song appears, especially among the British Chartists (Reform Movement for Workers' Emancipation which animated British political life between 1837 and 1848) of the 1830s, as a premonition of the fight for universal suffrage.

It will become a classic text of left-wing movements, especially in Germany.

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