The Address to a Haggis!
Published: Monday 27th Jan 2014
Written by: Carol Attwell
I went to a rousing Burn’s Supper on Saturday night to celebrate the life of Robert Burns and the wee sonsie face of The Haggis! The room was full of men in traditional highland dress, kilts to you, worn in the true Scottish fashion – well, I didn’t check but I was assured by one and all that that was the case!
The Address to a Haggis was written by Burns to celebrate his appreciation of the Haggis. As a result Burns and Haggis have been forever linked. This poem is always the first item on the program of Burn's suppers. The haggis is carried in on a silver salver at the start of the proceedings and is brought to the table accompanied by a piper with a skirl of the pipes that haunts, even the hardest of hearts.
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 worthy o' a grace As lang's my arm.
Or translated for the Sasanach -
Fair and full is your honest, jolly face, Great chieftain of the sausage race! Above them all you take your place, Stomach, tripe, or intestines: Well are you worthy of a grace As long as my arm.
If you have never been to a Burn’s Night, then make sure you keep next January 25 free, find a bit of tartan, or a man in a kilt and get ready for a bit of a Scottish bash – oh, did I forget to mention what’s in the Haggis, never mind, just swallow and wash it down with a wee dram of whisky and enjoy!