Jan 282013
 

On the 25th January it was Robert Burns day, so Port Ellen Primary had a traditional ceilidh! Robert Burns is  a famous Scottish poet and he has written loads of poems in the past. Everyone in the school had learned a Burns poem and 6 got through to the final, we had 2 people come in and judge us.

For p1-Ciaran Middelton p2-Rebecca Morris p3-Natalie Logan p4-Ross Thompson p5-Abbie Morris p6 Maisie Logan and for p7-Liam Campbell.

Mike Russel, the scottish minister of education came to our burns lunch and ceilidh. Everyone had fun dancing traditional dances and we all sung Old Lang Syne. There was musical instrument solos, and we even had highland dancers.

For a traditional lunch we have, haggis. Haggis is a meat,  made with sheep insides in it! Everybody likes it and they serve it with neeps and tatties (turnip and potatoes). We all say the address to the haggis, while they cut into it.

Everyone had a great afternoon and everyone enjoyed listening to the poems!

nae accoontin for folk

address haggis 1

Jan 222012
 

As part of a competition run by Tesco, we have been writing our own versions of this Burns classic in P45. Here are 2 great versions of the poem written by Abbie and Harry.

The Slaughter of the Haggis

The gleaming feast,

Sliding into a watering mouth,

Which tenderly is swallowed down,

With pleasure and love.

A courageous taste,

Which melts into charging bombs,

That sings luxuriously,

Like a bagpipe.

Surrounded by armed neeps and tatties,

But the haggis defeats them,

Because he is crowned the most scrumptious of them all,

The king of gleaming feast.

By Harry Rennell

Haggis Running Late

Ye Haggis running up and doon,

I cannae wait to attack ye wi’ me spoon,

I’m hunting you, so don’t be late,

My bonnie lass just cannae wait.

Tonight the yowfing dug winnae feast,

We’ll slobber you all up my beast,

My sgian dubh will briefly slice,

Your puddins gushing out with spice.

By Abbie Morris

Jan 202012
 

On the 25th of January it is Robert Burns day and every one in our school has a poem to memorise. We all say it to professionals and they judge it and we find out who wins on the 25th. On the 24th the heats are at 12pm but my class only has 4 people so we just say ours to the judges on the 25th. My classes poem is called My Love’s Like a Red Red Rose and its written by Robert Burns. This is my poem

My love’s like a red, red, rose,
Thats newly sprung in June,
My love’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will love thee still my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
by Robert Burns

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