Subject: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis From: Monologue John Date: 21 Jan 25 - 04:44 AM Address to the Haggis by Robert Burns 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 of 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 ye 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-swall’d kytes belyve Are bent like drums; Then 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 sconner, Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither’d rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro’ bluidy 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, He’ll make it whissle; An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned, Like taps o’ thrissle. 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! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: Gallus Moll Date: 23 Jan 25 - 08:24 PM Yayyyy!!!! As ever,I've been (and am!) in the throes of Burns Supper Season. I enjoy Addressing the Haggis, as well as singing some of his 300+ songs, some composed by him, others he collected. I often have a speech to deliver - The Immortal Memory, Reply to 'The Lassies, Toast to Scotia etc. As a child, I heard my father practising his speeches, poems, songs in preparation for the numerous Burbs Suppers he attended ......a lot of that rubbed off on me? Love Robert Burns! xxxxxxx |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: Joe Offer Date: 23 Jan 25 - 11:46 PM This is making me hungry... |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: Black belt caterpillar wrestler Date: 24 Jan 25 - 04:58 AM Somewhere I have the words where I would proclaim a verse in a terrible fake Scot's accent and Anne, my wife, would give a humerous translation into English. Robin |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: GUEST,keberoxu Date: 24 Jan 25 - 09:32 AM It's that time of year again. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: Tattie Bogle Date: 24 Jan 25 - 05:17 PM One of our local worthies has perfected the art of slashing the haggis deeply with his trusty dirk or sgian dubh or even a claymore, and managing to retrieve it from the centre of the haggis with just enough haggis on the blade to flick it backwards in several blobs down the wall behind him! Gle mhath! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: GUEST,Julia L Date: 30 Jan 25 - 07:31 PM Given the kerfuffle over the inclusion of Thomas Hardy's poems on another thread, why is there no objection to this contribution? It is not, in fact, a song (at least I have never heard it sung) Has anyone? J |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 30 Jan 25 - 08:48 PM Good Lord - blessed folk. We all know it has no "rolled oat." Please post the recipe. Sincerely, Gargoyle After butchering my neighbor's pet ewe ... what am I to do? |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: Black belt caterpillar wrestler Date: 31 Jan 25 - 04:42 AM It may not be a song but it is definately a tradition. Robin |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Address to The Haggis (Burns) From: Tattie Bogle Date: 31 Jan 25 - 02:41 PM Haha! Robin! The Scottish spelling of definitely! Here in Scotland, it is very often pronounced definaytely! The Selkirk Grace, which is also recited at Burns Suppers after the Address to Haggis ritual and immediately before eating, has been set to music by Scottish singer/songwriter Ian Walker, and various verses with a definite message added: Some Hae Meat - Ian Walker |
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