Posted on 01/15/2009 8:06:31 PM PST by bruinbirdman
ping
:-)
The perfect gift.:)
We are having a "Celtic" Christmas dinner next year.....hubby is threatening haggis....
Oh. Erp.
*gack*
Sorry...not a thing to ping me to when I’m a little queasy...*eep*
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 of a grace
As lang's my arm.
2.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hudies 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.
3.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut ye up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reeking, rich!
4.
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.
5.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
6.
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As fecl;ess as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Tho' bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit.
7.
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whistle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned
Like taps o' thrissle.
8.
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 gratfu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Yep. The pipes and everything. It really was a fantastic ceremony.
I’ve only seen it on tape and looked wonderful.
They did at the one I went to.
Friends joined a group tour of the UK where they overnighted in castles along the way.
They ended up calling it the ADC Tour, Another Darn Castle Tour, but, very impressed, they raved about the haggis ceremony.
"Git yer haggis, right here. Chopped heart n' lungs. Boiled in a wee sheeps' stomach. Taste's as good as it sounds. Good for what ails ya.... ugh. Ugh."
Pass the mushy peas!!!
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