AT THE ROYAL CANADIAN LEGION BRANCH 92 
55 King St E;  GANANOQUE, ON

I'LL SEE YOU ALL THERE!! :-)
Burns National Heritage Park
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27 JANUARY
 Meet 'n Greet
 12 noon to 12:45 pm

 Roast Beef dinner will follow at 1 pm
  A taste of Haggis will be available 

Tickets $20 each available at bar.
Only 100 tickets will be sold, don't be left out.



Robbie Burns Night
Honouring Scotland

 

Entertainment to be announced


Is there that o're his French ragout 
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew 
 Wi' perfect sconner,
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,
 O how unfit! 

But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
 He'll mak 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! 

Entertainment after Dinner

PROGRAM TO BE ANNOUNCED
 
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019 EVERYONE

Robbie Burns Afternoon.
 Roast Beef Dinner & Entertainment, $20, tickets at the bar​

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 o' a grace 
  As lang's my arm.

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 dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich! 

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