Har været ved at indrette et herreværelse i kælderen, og nu når man engang er skiltemaler skal der jo være en "dekoration" over døren!

så er der nogen der har et ordsprog, citat eller lignende som "lugter" lidt af Skotland/whisky ville jeg være meget taknemlig for et indlæg....

Slainte
Peter Kristiansen

Lading skrev:

Har været ved at indrette et herreværelse i kælderen, og nu når man engang er skiltemaler skal der jo være en "dekoration" over døren!

så er der nogen der har et ordsprog, citat eller lignende som "lugter" lidt af Skotland/whisky ville jeg være meget taknemlig for et indlæg....

Der er jo det gode gamle "Nunc est bibendum" (Nu skal der drikkes). Det er indledningen til et hyldestdigt, Horats skrev til kejser Augustus, efter at Antonius og Kleopatra var blevet besejret og havde begået selvmord.

Fortsættelse lyder "og danses på flad fod", men det er jo nok ikke relevant i dette tilfælde

Venlig hilsen
Kurt (stærkt inspireret af sin skriftkloge kone)

Måske noget af Robert Burns :

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.

The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong;
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.

His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turned him o'er and o'er.

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe;
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.

They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.

And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.

'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!

Jeg havde tænkt på at det skulle være noget af Robert Burns, men det stykke mur jeg har til "rådighed" er ikke mere end 100 cm langt og 15 cm højt så det er nok lige langt nok.

Men man kunne selfølgelig nøjes med sidste vers....

"Freedom and Whisky Gang Thegither"
Så kan man jo ligge i det hvad man ønsker.

Stig

Slainte mhath, h-uile latha, na chi ´snach fhaic. Slainte
(Good health, every day, whether I see you or not. Health)

Dette er The Royal Scots toats når de skal drage i krig eller tage afsked med hinanden.

Martin

Det där finns inte på .wav-fil så man kan lära sig uttala det?

Her er en fruen nok vil elske.

"Whisky don't make liars, it just makes fools."

fra sangen "Too Long in the Wasteland," James McMurtry fra CD'en Too Long in the Wasteland

Al J.

Jeg har engang set et rigtig herligt citat fra Robert Burns i en pub på "The Royal Mile" i Edinburgh, men jeg kan ikke helt huske den, ud over at det er noget med at drikke (selvfølgelig) og noget med damer.

Lad mig lige researche en dags tid, inden du bestemmer dig. For forslagene overfor er jo absolut også gode!

Her er en fra W.C. Fields:

"A woman drove me to drink and I didn't have the decency to thank her."

Så fik jeg endelig taget mig sammen, det tog også kun et års tid!

"Freedom and Whisky Gang Thegither"
Så kan man jo ligge i det hvad man ønsker.

Stig

Det er vist noget med for høj beskatning

32. vers af "The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer"

Engelsk oversættelse
www.worldburnsclub.com/poems/tra ... ns/450.htm


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Sådan Peter! Det ser rigtig godt ud. Held og lykke med rummet.
Venlig hilsen
Lars

"I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind is blowing

I am going, I am going
Where the streams of whisky are flowing"

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