Happy Robbie Burns Day!

It’s Robbie Burns Day. Will you celebrate the bard today with haggis, champit tatties and bashed neeps? Or did you celebrate last weekend or will you this coming weekend?

At The House of King, we’ll be having our Robbie Burns Night celebrations this coming Saturday. A wee haggis awaits its fate in my freezer and after being cooked it will be cut open with ready sleight and a wee dram of whisky poured in the opening.

Address 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 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 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:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke 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 ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d 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,
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, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a haggis!

4 thoughts on “Happy Robbie Burns Day!”

  1. Happy Burns Day Melanie and Mr MRK!

    We are having a Haggis Bake tonight – a recipe of my own which always goes down well – and if I’m lucky Mr JH will quote ‘My Love is Like a Red Red Rose’ as a wee toast to the lassies i.e. me!!

    Janice xx

  2. I’ve seen your haggis bake recipe. It sounds delicious! Here’s hoping your Mr JH will recite ‘My Love is Like a Red Red Rose’ and come up with a wee toast to the lassie…

    Probably the most Scottish thing we’ll do tonight is drink Scottish ale – Caledonian 80 – our favourite. Too bad the local pub that served it shut down.

  3. I’ll have to drop by your blogs, Rosemary. I’ve been thinking, I have some sliced haggis in my freezer. Perhaps, I’ll cook myself a slice to have with supper tonight.

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