Burns Night – January 22nd 2024
Please sign-up ASAP
We have a different venue for this year’s GH3 Burns Night supper – the Daisy Chain Café in Stoke Park. The supper takes place after the hash run, which will start outside the café.
Address: Daisy Chain Café, Wey Valley Indoor Bowls Club, Lido Road, Guildford, GU1 1HB.
To sign up use this form: https://forms.gle/BiC5tm8DxizdcVWA8
The price is £5 per head for paid up GH3 members and £10 for non-members. This fee includes your dinner but does not include any drinks.
Please don’t use GH3 Facebook page as your reply as it will get lost in all the excitement to book your place.
Event takes place after the run so meet at the Daisy Chain at approx. 8.45 pm for prompt 9 pm start.
The meal will be: haggis (meat or vegetarian), tatties and neeps.
By registering for this event, you are agreeing to pay £5 (member) or £10 (non member) towards the cost of the meal. If you need to cancel we will do our best to fill your place in order to refund your money.
Hash Dress Optional: Anything Tartan!
Hash Entertainment: Please make yourself known to us ASAP.
All payments are required by midday on the 16th January. Food will only be ordered for those who have paid on time. There will be NO on the night registrations.
ON ON
Call Girl and Camping Gaz
A Taster of Robert Burns’ Poetry!
Nine Inch Will Please a Lady
(Robert Burns)
Come tell me dame, come tell me dame,
My dame come tell me truly,
What length of tool when used by rule,
Would serve a woman duly?”
The carlin clew her wanton tail,
Her wanton tail sae ready,
“l learn’d a sang in Annandale,
Nine inch will please a lady.”
But for a countrie cunt like mine,
In sooth we’re nae sae gentle;
We’ll talk’ twa thumb-bread to the nine,
And that’s a sonsie pintle.
O leeze me on my Charlie lad!
I’ll ne’er forget my Charlie!
Twa roarin’ handfuls and a daud,
He nidg’t it in fu’ rarely.
But wear fa’ the lazy rump,
And may it ne’er be thriving,
It’s not the length that makes me loup
But it’s the double drivin.
Come nidge me Tom, come nidge me Tom,
Come nidge me, o’er the nyvel.
Come lowse an lug your battering ram,
And thrash him at my gyvel
