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Address to a Haggis

Robert Burns · 1786 · 48 lines

“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face”

The poem that runs Burns Night. It is a mock-heroic address in the high style to a boiled sheep's pluck, and the joke works because Burns means every word of the last two stanzas: the ploughman fed on this is worth more than the "olio that wad staw a sow". Read it aloud with the knife in your hand and cut on "an cut you up wi ready slight".

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,

Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race!

Aboon them a’ yet 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 was 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 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 make her spew

Wi’ perfect sconner,

Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view

On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,

As feckles as wither’d rash,

His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;

His nieve a nit;

Thro’ blody 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’ hands will sned,

Like taps o’ trissle.

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!

The Scots in this one

41 words, from the glossary Burns's own editions carried. On a wide screen these also sit in the margin beside the line they belong to; on a small one, tap any dotted word.

fa'
fall
sonsie
cheerful, plump
o'
of
aboon
above up
a'
all
tak
take
painch
the paunch
thairm
small guts; catgut (a fiddle-string)
weel
well
wordy
worthy
hurdies
the loins, the crupper (R. B.) (i. e., the buttocks)
dight
to wipe
an'
and
wi'
with
horn
a horn spoon; a comb of horn
deil
devil
till
to, until
kytes
bellies
belyve
by and by
auld
old
maist
almost
rive
to split, to tear, to tug, to burst
bethankit
grace after meat
owre
over, too
wad
would
staw
stole
sconner
disgust
sic
such
rash
a rush
guid
gude, good
nieve
the fist
nit
a nut
walie
wawlie, choice, ample, large
mak
make
whissle
whistle
sned
to lop, to prune
wha
who
skinking
watery
ware
goods, stuff
gie
to give
haggis
a special Scots pudding, made of sheep’s lungs, liver and