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A Wheen O Wurds AN ULSTER-SCOTS POETRY AND SHORT STORY RESOURCE FOR KEY STAGES 3 & 4 PART 1 Fair FAA YE Welcome to this poetry and short story resource. Some of the poems were written by the world-famous Scottish poet Robert Burns who lived in the 18th century. Others are by the Nobel-prizewinning Ulster poet Seamus Heaney and the well-respected Ulster-Scots poet, James Fenton. There are also other poems and extracts by less well-known Ulstermen and women. Some of the writing is in Scots or Ulster-Scots while others are written by Ulster-Scots writers using Ulster English. There are also some poems by world-famous English poets such as Shakespeare and Shelley which are linked with Ulster-Scots poems on the same topics. Finally there are some research tasks and activities for you to try. ENJOY! CONTENTS Robert Burns ……………………………………………………….......……Page2 The Weaver Poets ……………………………………………...................Page 16 Themed Poems: Childhood & Families …………………………........…Page 29 Themed Poems: Love ………………………………………………......…Page 42 Themed Poems: War ………………………………………………...........Page 48 Themed Poems: Nature, Pets and Animals……………………….........Page 50 Tae Kirk …………………………………………………………………...….Page 54 Short Story Extracts…………………………………………………...…...Page 57 A Heirskip Loast ……………………………………………….............…..Page 66 Acrostics ……………………………………………………..................…..Page 67 Scottish Proverbs ……………………………………………....................Page 68 Who was Robert Burns? Robert Burns, or Rabbie Burns as he is sometimes called, is the most famous poet Scotland has ever produced. He is still remembered all over the world even though he has been dead for over 200 years. His life and poetry are celebrated every year on Burn’s Night , 25th January. Burns was associated with the Weaver Poets of County Antrim who wrote in Ulster– Scots. They admired his poetry and it is thought Burns may even have visited Ulster. Use your internet detective skills to find out the answers to these questions about Burns: 1. When was Robert Burns born? 2. Where was he born? 3. What were the names of his parents? 4. Robert had 3 brothers and 3 sisters. Can you find their names? 5. What was the name of Burns’ first teacher? 6. Where did the family move to after the death of Burns’ father in 1784? 7. Whom did Burns plan to marry in 1785? 8. What was the real name of his love ‘Clarinda’? 9. When did Burns die? 10. What was the name of his son who was born 4 days after Robert died? WEBSITES TO HELP YOU http://www.robertburns.plus.com/Chronology.htm http://www.rabbie-burns.com/theman/index.htm http://www.rabbie-burns.com/index.cfm Your Tasks: CREATE A POWERPOINT PRESENTATION AND GIVE A TALK ON ROBERT BURNS Now that you have visited various websites and found the answers to the questions about Robert Burns, your task is to create an interesting PowerPoint presentation to illustrate a 3-minute talk to your class about his life and his poetry. THINGS TO THINK ABOUT • Everyone in your class has found the answers to the same questions - you might want to do some additional research so that you can give some extra information and add interesting detail to your talk • Design your PowerPoint to add to your talk—it’s not just a matter of reading what is on each slide to your audience. They can do that for themselves! • Do not put large chunks of text on a slide. • Use sound, graphics and animation sparingly. Less is more in a PowerPoint. • If you need help use the ‘Making a PowerPoint Help Guide’. Poetry Many poems either start as songs or, because of their Charlie’s, He’s My Darling rhythm and rhyme pattern, are set to music. Many of Burns’ Twas on a Monday morning, poems have been sung. You Right early in the year, will find some of these on the That Charlie came to our town, following pages.. The young Chevalier. CHORUS: John Anderson, My Jo An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, My darling, my darling, John Anderson, my jo, John, Charlie, he’s my darling, When we were first acquent; The young Chevalier. As he was walking up the street, Your locks were like the raven, The city for to view, Your bonie brow was brent; O there he spied a bonie lass But now your brow is beld, John. The window looking through, CHORUS Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings in your frosty pow, Sae light’s he jumped up the stair, And tirl’d at the pin; And wha sae ready as herself’ John Anderson, my jo. To let the laddie in. CHORUS John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; He set his Jenny on his knee, And mony a cantie day, John, All in his Highland dress; For brawly weel he ken’d the way We’ve had wi’ ane anither: To please a bonie lass. Now we maun totter down, John. CHORUS And hand in hand we’ll go, It’s up yon heathery mountain, And sleep thegither at the foot, An’ down yon scroggie glen, John Anderson, my jo We daur na gang a milking, For Charlie and his men. CHORUS Poetry Green Grow The Rashes CHORUS Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rushes, O; The sweetest hours that e’er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. There’s nought but care on ev’ry han’, In ev’ry hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o’ man, An’ ‘twere na for the lasses, O. The war’ly race may riches chase, An’ riches still may fly them, O; An’ tho’ at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O. But gie me a cannie hour at e’en, INTERESTING THOUGHT My arms about my dearie, O; There is a tradition that the An’ war’ly cares, an war’ly men, term or nickname ‘gringo’ May a’ gae tapsalteerir, O! used by Mexicans to refer to Americans comes from For you sae douce, ye sneer at this; this song. There were Ye’re nought but senseless asses, O: Scots and Scots-Irish at The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, the Siege of the Alamo in He dearly lov’d the lasses, O. Texas and they sang this song. The Mexicans misheard the phrase ‘Green Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears grow’ as ‘Gringo’ and started Her noblest work she classes, O: using the word to refer to Her prentice han’ she try’d on man, the Americans. An’ then she made the lasses, O. Poetry A MAN’S A MAN FOR A’ THAT Is there for honest poverty A prince can mak a belted knight, That hings his head, an’ a’ that; A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that; The coward slave—we pass him by, But an honest man’s abon his might, We dare be poor for a’ that! Gude faith, he maunna fa’ that! For a’ that, an’ a’ that. For a’ that, an’ a’ that, Our toils obscure an’ a’ that, Their dignities an’ a’ that; The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The pith o’ sense, an’ pride o’ worth, The Man’s the gowd for a’ that. Are higher rank than a’ that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Then let us pray that come it may, Wear hoddin grey, an’ a’ that; (As come it will for a’ that,) Gie fools their silks, and knaves their That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the wine; earth, A man’s a Man for a’ that: Shall bear the gree, an’ a’ that. For a’ that, and a’ that, For a’ that, an’ a’ that, Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that; It’s coming yet for a’ that, The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor, That man to Man, the world o’er, Is king o’ men for a’ that. Shall brothers be 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. Robert Burns The Twa Dogs • This is one of Robert Burns’ most admired poems. • It was written some time early in 1786 and was composed after Burns’ favourite dog, Luath, had been killed just the night before Burns’ own father died. • The poet wanted to include in his published work something that would mark his affection for his canine friend. • Below is a picture of the manuscript of the poem in Burns’ handwriting. • On the next page you will find an extract from the poem about the dogs, one called Caesar and the other Luath. The Twa Dogs 'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle, A rhyming, ranting, raving billie, That bears the name o' auld king COIL, Wha for his friend an' comrade had Upon a bonie day in June, him, When wearing thro' the afternoon, And in his freaks had Luath ca'd him, Twa Dogs, that were na thrang at After some dog in Highland sang, hame, Was made lang syne, lord knows how Forgather'd ance upon a time. lang. The first I'll name, they ca'd him He was a gash an' faithfu' tyke, Caesar, As ever lap a sheugh or dyke, Was keepet for His Honor's pleasure; His honest, sonsie, baws'nt face, His hair, his size, his mouth, his lugs, Ay gat him friends in ilka place; Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's His breast was white, his towzie back, dogs, Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black; But whalpet some place far abroad, His gawsie tail, wi' upward curl, Where sailors gang to fish for Cod.