31 January 08 - 13:46Robert Burns

Today was primary sevens Burns assembly. All the primary sevens did four songs, Auld Lang syne, Scots Wha Hae, Red Red rose and Ratin’n’ rovin robin. The primary sevens were spit up into seven groups to do a poem. The poems were To a mountain daisy, To a Mouse, Address to the Unco Guid, A mans a man for A’ that, Address to Toothache, The deils Awa Wi The Exciseman and we did Tam O’shanter all together.
A boy in our class played Robert Burns. He gave out some roses to some girls in our class when we were singing a Red Red Rose. One of our teachers’s played the key board. There were two microphones and the groups would be split in two, and some were at one microphone and the others would go to the next microphones. At the end the whole school would held hands to Auld Lang Syne

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30 January 08 - 09:43A Man's a Man for a' that

Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head an a’ that?
The coward slave, we pass him by-
We dare be poor for a’ that
For a’ that an a’ that
Our toils obscure, an a’ that
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The mans a gowd for a’ that

A pince can mak a belted knight
A marquis, duke, an a’ that
But an honest man’s aboon his might-
Guid faith he mauna fa’ that
For a’ that an a’ that
Their dignities, an a’ that
The pith o sense an pride o worth
Are higher rank than a’ that

Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a’ that)
That Sense and Worth o’er a’ the earth
Shall bear the gree an a’ that
For a’ that an a’ that
Its coming yet for a’ that
That man to man the, the world o’er
Shall brithers be for a’ that

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30 January 08 - 09:42A Man's a Man for a' that

Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head an a’ that?
The coward slave, we pass him by-
We dare be poor for a’ that
For a’ that an a’ that
Our toils obscure, an a’ that
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The mans a gowd for a’ that

A pince can mak a belted knight
A marquis, duke, an a’ that
But an honest man’s aboon his might-
Guid faith he mauna fa’ that
For a’ that an a’ that
Their dignities, an a’ that
The pith o sense an pride o worth
Are higher rank than a’ that

Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a’ that)
That Sense and Worth o’er a’ the earth
Shall bear the gree an a’ that
For a’ that an a’ that
Its coming yet for a’ that
That man to man the, the world o’er
Shall brithers be for a’ that

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