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Poem by Robert Burns


To a Haggis


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 wordy o a grace
    As langs my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdles 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 sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
    Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
    Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn they stretch an strive,
Dell tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a their weel-swalld kytes belyve
    Are bent like drums;
Then auld guidman, maist like to rive,
    Bethankit hums.

Is there that oer his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
    WI perfect sconner,
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 mak it whissle;
An legs, an arms, an heads will sned,
    Like tape 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!



                      Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Theres News, Lasses
  2. Scroggam
  3. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
  4. The Toast
  5. To Alex Cunningham, Writer


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