In Scotland, the home grown food boasting a peculiar and slightly
gruesome international reputation is haggis. What is haggis, you ask?
Ask a witty Scot and he or she may tell you, haggis is a small three-legged animal with
limbs shorter on one side than the other to aid in running around hills more effectively.
Or they may tell you that the Wild Haggis Hunt is due to take place.
Truth however, haggis is a concoction of a sheep’s heart, liver, and lungs mixed
with minced onion, oatmeal, suet and spices and traditionally boiled in sheep’s stomach.
Bon appetit!

Committed Scots serve haggis in honour of Robert Burns
as part of their Burns night annual suppers.

'Address to a Haggis'
by Robert Burns

Born Alloway near Ayr, Scotland, 25th January, 1759.

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain of the Puddin'-race!
Aboon the 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 hurdlies 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-reeking, 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;
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 make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As reckless 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 mak 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, it ye wish her gratefu' pray'r,
Gie her a Haggis!

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