Our Burns Nicht is now sold out – however there is a free Sunday afternoon session at the Abbey Tavern

“It’s of a pretty female as you may understand,
Her mind being bent for rambling into some foreign land.
She dressed herself in sailor’s clothes or so it does appear,
And she hired with a captain to serve him for a year.”
All Welcome!
rioann@gmail.com or baldtiler@yahoo.ie
For a’ that, an’ a’ that, / It’s coming yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man, the warld o’er, /Shall brithers be for a’ that
‘There’s coopers there an curers there an buyers, canny chiels
An lassies at the picklin an ithers at the creels
An you’ll wish the fish had been a’ left in the sea
By the time you finish guttin herrin on the Yarmouth quay’.
Fisher lassies in Pittenweem, Fife
‘Bhí fuinneamh sa stoirm a éalaigh aréir, / Aréir Oíche Nollaig na mBan,
As gealt-teach iargúlta atá laistiar den ré / Is do scréach tríd an spéir chughainn ‘na gealt
Seán Ó Riordáin, ‘Oíche Nollaig na mBan’