Burns Night

Babergh Lodge held it’s annual Burns Night on the 26th of January 2022.

We had two special guests attending the evening, The Provincial Grand Master, The Right Worshipful Brother Ian John Yeldham and the Mayor of Sudbury, Councillor Sue Ayres.

With 90 Brethren, wives and guest attending it made for a fantastic evening.

The evening supported three very worthwhile charities, The Suffolk Air Ambulance, The Essex Air Ambulance and The CALM charity (Campaign Against Living Miserably) https://www.thecalmzone.net/

The Haggis was Piped in and the Address recited

This poem was written by Burns to celebrate his appreciation of the Haggis. As a result Burns and Haggis have been forever linked.

Address to a Haggis

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 onie 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;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
‘Bethankit’ hums.

Is there that owre 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 owre 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 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

And for those who don’t speak Haggis

Address to a Haggis Translation

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!

The PGM enjoying a drink and a chat with two of our new members
PGM speaking with a Stalwart of Babergh Lodge W.Bro Stuart Andrews
W.Bro Peter Holbrook our Charity Steward looking after our guests
Our SW enjoying a beer with a guest
Brother Treasurer in Highland Dress for the evening with our Tyler and JW of Babergh Lodge
Happy moments for the Brethren
Brother Secretary and his Daughter
Our Worshipful Master coming out of the wood work after a hard nights work
Wife of our Almoner posing for the camera!
Guests chatting in the bar before dinner
The WM’s wife chatting away before dinner with her guests
Bro Director of Ceremonies chatting with a member of Babergh Lodge before dinner
Bro Almoner chatting away with his guest.
Bro. Louie selling the winning tickets for the raffle
The WM with his guest enjoying the evening
Senior Brethren from the Province chatting
Two guests chatting away. We loved the waistcoat!
The Provincial Director of Ceremonies speaking with the Brother who’s phone was not switched off in the Temple! Excellent Port Brother. Thank you.
Guest arriving just before dinner
Our Piper warming up for the evenings festivity.
The Piper Addressing the Haggis