Perhaps influenced by childhood memories of enforced haggis consumption (despite the fact I have not a drop of Scots blood in me) on January 25, I selected my favourite bit of Robert Burns, and knit up a wee – and very literal – representation of the poem.
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!

What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.

In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

You can find the standard English translation here.
Project Notes:
Pattern: Felted Mousie by Cailyn Meyer
Yarn: Cascade 220 in Light Grey Heather, Tutu and unidentified charcoal grey, about 15 yards total
Needles: 4.5mm/US 7 DPNs
Modifications/Comments: None. I followed the pattern to the letter. Felted lightly in the sink.
I had intended to give my sleekit beastie to my feline friends at the SPCA; however, I've fallen in love with mousie, so I'll have to knit up some more for the shelter.

Happy Rabbie Burns Day!
I don't believe I've ever before read this poem - although I've often quoted its most famous lines! Thank you for showing us the cute little mouse and for sharing the lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI.love.it.!
ReplyDeleteIt is squee-worthy!
I love the mousie and I love the poem and I love that you were made to eat haggis!
ReplyDeleteI love haggis and my family is Scottish, so it's okay... :)
Thanks for celebrating Rovin' Robin's birthday! I kind of forgot (slap me with a sporran!) so no haggis for me. And yes, I like it! My late adopted mom was Scots (though I'm not) and I actually understand nearly all the words without needing translation. Love it.
ReplyDeleteLove the little Mousie too. So cute!