Address to a Basking Shark - Happy Burns Day!
This year, along with with having a wee dram with our haggis, neeps and tatties, we've had a wee brain wave! Here's our attempt of our address to a basking shark! Of course being Burn's, it's written in Scot's so have a go at trying to interpret the meaning - we've included lot of specific basking shark related lines!
Tae a Cearban
Fair fa' your honest, muckle face,
Great chieftain o the sharkie'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Fins , gills, and throat:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's ma boat.
The groaning ocean there ye fill,
Your dorsal like a distant hill,
Your skin wad help to mend a sail
In past times o need,
While thro your mouth the plankton fills
Like amber mead.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind care,
A fish so mighty but so rare,
Auld Scotland wants nae hunting mare
As in time o boon:
And if ye see a breach into the air,
Gie her ‘Muldoon!’