Aye .. itll be time soon to break out the Haggis ... Art Ist D & Ann Marie Papanagnostou I fully expect a full recital of the Address to a Haggis in your next Up Yours show ;) - Jan 25th - A Burns supper is a celebration of the life and poetry of the poet Robert Burns ... (or Robbie Burns Day or Rabbie Burns Day) or Burns Night (Scots: Burns Nicht) 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. 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 you 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 stretch an strive: Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a their weel-swalld kytes belyve Are bent like drums; The 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 scunner, Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a witherd rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro bloody 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, Hell make it whissle; An legs an arms, an heads will sned, Like taps o thrissle. Ye Powrs, 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
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 14:05:30 +0000