POST #67
PARODY-LYRICS
PARODY-LYRICS
ORIGINAL SONG: "That's Amore", Dean Martin, 1953.
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KEYWORDS: goldenoldy, multicultural, tribute, seasonal
Explanatory Notes: Robert Burns, born 1759, became Scotland’s ‘national poet’, and a cultural icon at home and among Scottish diaspora around the world. In his short life - he died at age 37 - he wrote hundreds of well-loved poems and songs; the most famous is Auld Lang Syne, traditionally sung on Hogmanay. Robbie Burns Day is celebrated on his birthday, January 25.
Robert Burns
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ROBBIE BURNS DAY
(to the tune of "That's Amore")
INTRO (Tremolo)
In Aberdeen and overseas
Kilt-wearers freeze below the knees.....
When friends honor the haggis and flag of St Andrews -
That's Burns Day.
First you’re piped to your place, they
intone Selkirk’s Grace -
Cock-a-leekie soup, cook will boast,
address-by-the-host,
Offer toasts to the haggis.
You think, “oops!” – dinner-wasn’t-cheap, eat tatties
an neeps *,
Hope to sleep through the speeches.
Poems recite – Mouse-that-gets-a-fright,
Louse-that’s-in-plain-sight,
Witches’ night – ‘Tam o’ Shanter’
Greed retold, Scotland’s future sold, England’s
bribing-gold,
‘Parcel o’
Rogues’ - truth or slander?
That's Burns Day.
Yes, you’ve downed too much malt, might be mostly your
fault -
You feel plough'd.
Finally guests’ vote of thanks, you
chant, closing your ranks
Like Hogmanay.
Let the world praise today the auld Bard
o’ Alloway -
Robbie Burns Day!
Scots Lexicon
Alloway = village near Glasgow, birthplace of Rob Burns
cock-a-leekie = chicken and onion soup
haggis = a large sausage, usually made with oatmeal and minced sheep offal
Hogmanay = New Year's Eve
tatties an neeps = mashed potatoes and turnips
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Bdim7 = 1212; Bbm = 3111
INTRO (Tremolo)
[Fm] In Aberdeen and over[Bbm]seas
Kilt-wearers [Fm] freeze below the [C7] knees. [C7!][C7] When friends [F] honor the haggis and flag of St Andrews -
First you’re piped to your place, they intone Selkirk’s Grace -
[Bdim7] Robbie [F] Burns Day...........
Finally [Gm7] guests’ vote of thanks, you chant, [Bbm] closing your ranks
Like Hog[F]manay.
[Bdim7] Let the [C7] world praise today the auld Bard o’ Alloway -
Robbie [F] Burns Day [C7]
Robbie [F] Burns Day [C7]
Robbie [F] Burns Day [C7]![F]!
Robbie [F] Burns Day [C7]
Robbie [F] Burns Day [C7]![F]!
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ORIGINAL SONG
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