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There are more verses but there's enough if this is your first contact with Rabbie.
"Address to a Haggis" by Robert Burns
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the pudden'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye worthy o' a grace As lang's 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, Oh, what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich!
Ye Pow'rs, 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
The Philosophical Reply from the Haggis
sonsie - comely/cheerful etc
slangiva - cheers
richts - rights
a’ – all
thocht - thought
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Rabbie said I’ve a sonsie face
(Better than some in the human race)
Look aroon’ ye (!) an’ jist you see
There’s nain sai sonsie as little me
Perhaps no’ so wee , as there I sit
Waitin’ for that dreadful slit
The look in Alan’s e’e shows his intention
My richts richt oot .. a la EU Convention
But haggises are made oota pretty strong stuff
Stiff upper-lip when the goin’ gets rough
One last thocht, to mak’ it even
It’ll no’ matter when I’m in heeven
Ne’r mind Auld Scotland’s prayer
Wa’ aboot me, my life laid bare
Bu’ I can tak it, as ye’ve tak-en me
Enjoy your meal .. indigestion free
An’ to a’ Scots here an’ ither kin
Toast me wi’ whisky and no’ wi’ gin
I gi’e a toast to a’ both near an’ far
It’s goodbye from me .. an’ slangiva
