Videos tagged with "ipe"
Bagpiper Below Queen's Bridge River Tay Perth Perthshire Scotland [00:57]
Tour Scotland video of a Bagpiper practising below Queen's Bridge which spans the River Tay in Perth, Perthshire. Calum is a piper with Johnstone Pipe Band. Enjoyed my visit with him today.
February View Below Queen's Bridge River Tay Perth Perthshire Scotland [01:01]
Tour Scotland February afternoon video shot below Queen's Bridge on visit to the River Tay in Perth, Perthshire. Aye, you can hear a Piper playing in the background.
February Afternoon View River Tay Perth Perthshire Scotland [01:08]
Tour Scotland February afternoon video of the River Tay in Perth, Perthshire. Aye, you can just hear a Piper playing in the background. The church with the tall spire is St Matthew;s Church on Tay Street.
Crossing the Firth of Forth, Edinburgh | Scotland [02:53]
Exciting times as we head north to Scotland's most northerly archipelago, the Shetland Islands, July 2012
Burns Night : Addressing the Haggis : John Knox in the Crypt of the Guildhall, London January 2013 [02:49]
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut ye up wi' ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 'Bethankit!' hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread. Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll make it whissle; An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned, Like taps o' thrissle. Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o 'fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer, Gie her a Haggis!