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
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
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"address to a haggis"
robert burns
see the whole poem here
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today is robbie's birthday
he was born in scotland, in 1759
a famous poet and composer
you will know his famous work
he died at the age of 35
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on sunday i was invited to the
fitzpatrick/telfords
celebration dinner
we started with a tasting of
3 scottish beers
followed with the reading of the poem
(above, the haggis and part of johns kilt)
and a primerib/yorkshire pudding dinner
followed by my grandmother's trifle
it was a wonderful evening
as special thanks to dede and john
for including me
and to tom and may for welcoming
me into their home and all the rest of the clan
4 comments:
sounds wonderful. I didn't realize that Robbie died so young.
i didn't know he had such a short life either..then again it was probably considered long in those days...
We just ate our haggis - my six year old son loved it (I was rather impressed!!). Had it with neeps.
I will toast the Bard with a wee dram....Slainte Mhor!
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