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Fair fa' your honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Wel 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 tae mend a mill In time o' need; While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His light see rustic Labout 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 that o'er his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricasee wad mak her spew, Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank a guid whiplash, His neive a nit: Thro' bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, hagis-fed- The trembling earth resounds is tread! Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll make 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! |
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Actually the real reason is because the sound of a zipper spooks the sheep. |
and yes, haggis is great. back off the scots, canadia boy. |
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http://members.tripod.com/doublesexy/mycookbook/haggis_1.html |
mapleleaf, i'm on the phone with sean connery. he says you're on the edge of having your heritage removed. we scots don't fuck around. |
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where did you ever pick up the word "canadia", Nate? My friend Jerry used to say that all the time. |
it was me, phil, and phil's little brother... ... jerry. i shit you not. well, ok. i'm shitting you. but that's what we call the land of the canadians. |
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