Anyone learn this at school?

[mike.mckenzie]

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan 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 you 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, scronful' 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 mak it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow's wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae shinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if you wish her gratefu' pray'r,
Gie her a Haggis! *
Ye Pow'rs wha gie us a' that's gude
Still bless auld Caledonia's brood,
Wi' great John Barleycorn's heart's bluid
In stoups or luggies;
And on our boards, that king o' food,
A gud Scotch Haggis!"

[linzy222]

Oh god that brings back memories!!

When i was in P7 we did a robert Burns play and we had to say that, couldn't remember it now tho

[William]

i did to i think it was also p7 not to sure but we had a day devoted to him and we just read stuff about him, no school work for a whole day then the made us all try haggis YUK!! i hated it.

[©Amethyst]

Ah the Burns' poetry's comin' out! Fantastic.

Well, as part of my personal life revolves around this fair day, I was always into reading his stuff. Haven't during the past couple of years though.

Robert Burns is one of the reasons I love being Scottish.

[gravedigga]

Is there no another one that starts something like 'Wee, touris, timrous beastie,
O what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty'???

I mind something like at. . . . . .

[DrSzin]

Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous deastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor deastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell ---
Till crash ! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld !

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy !

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

-- Robert Burns (mit Hilfe vom Zeitgeist aus Wick)

[gravedigga]

At's e wan i was meanin

[~~Tides~~]

I did it in P5. Bit o haggis the night with a dab of tomato sauce on it. Beautiful. Im sure Burns didnt have tomato sause but he missed out.

[Rheghead]

Bit o haggis the night with a dab of tomato sauce on it. Beautiful.

Sacrilege!! Whatever next? 15 year old Talisker with tomato juice?

[~~Tides~~]

You will eat your words (and your haggis), try it!

[~~Tides~~]

If anyone is into camping a haggis is the food to take with you. Lasts long all you need to do is boil it, if you dont eat it all you can fry it for breakfast and above all, MMMMMMM!.

[©Amethyst]

Had roast chicken last night... followed by chocolatey birthday cake. Yummy.

Not sure when we'll get round to eating the haggis... I can't wait!

[Rheghead]

Had roast chicken last night... followed by chocolatey birthday cake. Yummy.

Not sure when we'll get round to eating the haggis... I can't wait!

If you were Tides , you would stuff the chicken with the chocolate cake.

[~~Tides~~]

Probably True.

[katarina]

Is there no another one that starts something like 'Wee, touris, timrous beastie,
O what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty'???

I mind something like at. . . . . .

I've just killed a few of those......