address to a haggis
fair fa&039; your honest, nsie face,
great chiefta o&039; the puddg-race!
aboon the a&039; yet tak your pce,
pach, tripe, or thair:
weel are ye wordy o&039;a grace
as ng&039;s y ar
the groang trencher there ye fill,
your hurdies like a distant hill,
your p was help to nd a ill
ti o&039;need,
while thro&039; your pores the dews distil
like aber bead
his knife see rtic bour dight,
an&039; cut you up wi&039; ready sleight,
trenchg your ghg entrails bright,
like ony ditch;
and then, o what a glorio sight,
war-reek&039;, rich!
then, horn for horn, they stretch an&039; strive:
deil tak the hdost! on they drive,
till a&039; their weel-swall&039;d kytes belyve
are bent like drus;
then auld guidan, aist like to rive,
bethankit! hus
is there that owre his french ragout
or olio that wad staw a w,
or fricassee wad ake her spew
wi&039; perfect snner,
looks down wi&039; sneerg, srnfu&039; view
on sic a dner?
poor devil! see hi owre his trash,
as feckles as wither&039;d rash,
his spdle shank, a guid whip-sh;
his nieve a nit;
thro&039; blody flood or field to dash,
o how unfit!
but ark the rtic, haggis-fed,
the treblg earth reunds his tread
cp his walie nieve a bde,
he&039;ll ak it whissle;
an&039; legs an&039; ars, an&039; hands will sned,
like taps o&039; trissle
ye pow&039;rs, wha ak ankd your care,
and dish the out their bill o&039; fare,
auld stnd wants nae skkg ware
that jaups ggies;
but, if ye wish her gratefu&039; prayer
gie her a haggis!
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