A great evening!

In the beautifully decorated hall at Trüllenbuck Kirchgemeindehaus a tradtional Burns Supper was served: Cock-a-Leekie Soup followed by Haggis, Neeps and Champit Tatties, The grand finale: Perthshire Raspberry Delight. The cook and his helpers received well deserved compliments by everyone.

During the meal traditional Scottish poetry was read and after the meal some energetic Scottish dancing took place.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns, 1794

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve 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 luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!