Address to a Haggis by Robert Burns. The first verse of the original poem in Burnss language with a translation of the Scots dialect. 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 worthy o a grace As langs my arm. Fair and full is your honest, jolly face, Great chieftain of the sausage race! Above them all you take your place, Stomach, tripe, or intestines: Well are you worthy of a grace As long as my arm. If you want to read more check out Address to a Haggis by Robert Burns - Alexandria Burns Club robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/toahaggis.htm
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 21:01:26 +0000
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