Ayn Marx wrote on Aug 3
rd, 2021 at 9:08pm:
chimera wrote on Aug 3
rd, 2021 at 6:41pm:
Ayn Marx wrote on Aug 3
rd, 2021 at 6:18pm:
‘significant assets’.
Don't know what you mean, are you thinking of the Gay Gordons a popular dance at céilidhs and other kinds of informal and social dance.
At céilidhs they chew the fat.
My late Aunt was the secretary of the Scottish Country Dance Society. From a very early age I was dragged along to more social events, dance competitions and ‘Piping in of the Haggis’ ceremonies than I care to remember. I have vivid memories of Burn’s ‘Ode to The Haggis’ being recited before it’s pretended consumption by a large circle of seated attendees. The fascinating scenario of the host’s dogs following the Haggis around the circle as individual portions were surreptitiously dumped behind chairs remains with me to this day. As does the realisation that bagpipes should only ever be played outdoors, never indoors, for obvious reasons.
Observations of Scot’s gentlemen's ‘significant assets’ I made all on my own when in Scotland. Again the details I’ll spare the delicate sensibilities of ‘normal’ males who’ve dared read this far. As to your ‘They chew the fat’, that’s an old Oz expression I’ll avoid defining, again in the interest of the delicate sensibilities of ‘normal’ males.
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 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,
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,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.
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