Traditional Burns Night Tam o’ Shanter at Glasgow’s Gannet

We visit the Gannet in Finnieston for a traditional Burns Night.

Transcript

00:00Great chieftain! O the pungent race. Upon them ah ye attack your place.

00:12Paint, tripe, or fern.

00:22Well, are ye worthy. O a grace.

00:35See rustic, laboured act. And cut ye up.

00:46With ready slits, drenching your gushing entrails bright.

00:53Like on a ditch. And oh, what a glorious sight.

01:04Warm, reeking, and rich. Then horn for horn they'll stretch and strive.

01:21Deal tight the hindmost on they drive. Till all their well-swallowed kites,

01:27Alive, are bent like drums. All good men must be writhe.

01:40Be, thank it, hums.

01:46Well, all the old would store us sued. Our fricassee would make our spirits perfect scudder.

01:58What's down with sneering, scornful viewing, sick at dinner?