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Address to a 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.
\">▸Haggis
Haggis\" data-replace-after=\"\">A savoury pudding containing sheep's pluck, minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and cooked while traditionally encased in the animal's stomach. (Wikipedia)
\">▸Robert Burns
Robert Burns\" data-replace-after=\"\">Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. (Wikipedia)
\">▸Fair fa'
Fair fa'\" data-replace-after=\"\"> Good luck!
\">▸sonsie
sonsie\" data-replace-after=\"\">Comely, pretty
\">▸Aboon
Aboon\" data-replace-after=\"\">Above
\">▸Painch
Painch\" data-replace-after=\"\">Paunch, belly
\">▸thairm
thairm\" data-replace-after=\"\">Intestines